What the heck?

Is it time to test my driving skills when I’m hampered by glare from the sun? Driving home, two young men decide to cross against the signal at Ninth Street and Main — right in front of me. I slow down, but the glare made it really hard to see where they were.

And then, on the same block, someone turning their vehicle onto the organic market parking lot decides to head my direction — on a one-way street. I brake, because I had no idea what this person was doing. I just shake my head at these infrequent driving hazards.

Once I get home, I decide enough is enough. The glare is pretty bad in part because my windshield wipers were worn. I swapped them out in five minutes and hopefully my drive home later this week will be more pleasant.