Please Put Brain into Gear Before Feet into Motion

Dear pedestrian dressed from head to toe in dark clothing who ran across the road in front of my car on this dark and stormy night:

I have no desire to facilitate your progress toward a Darwin Award.

If I hadn’t noticed you weaving on and off the sidewalk like a scared rabbit, I may not have seen your sudden dash.

Oh, and BTW, you were moving toward a well-lit crosswalk just ten or fifteen meters down the road.