The Bay Area is trying to kill me

Shortly after I got here, my sister was driving me home and some SUV nearly merged into us on the freeway. I was trying to figure out if it would be tactless to say "this is why I don't drive" when she went and said it for me.

Then Martha was driving me home, and some car in a driveway nearly backed into the passenger side, aka me.

And finally today, I was exploring Oakland's Chinatown on foot, when there was a screech-thump in an intersection followed by two cars slowly pulling over with their hazard lights on. I wasn't actually in danger, being on a corner, but if it had happened a few seconds earlier than I would have been rather close to whatever happened.