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.