On my way to work, there is a section of road where rain water creates a puddle so large, that cars have to swerve to get around it.

One morning, as I walked toward this section, I heard a shriek. A truck had decided not to dodge the puddle. In hurtling through it, the poor girl walking in front of me was drenched.

I stopped. There was no way I was walking past that puddle while cars zoomed by. I looked back to get my timing right. When I spotted a break in the traffic, I sprinted into, through and past the splash zone. I was safe.