Love Kills

I hate PDA couples. I really should have factored that in when I decided to go to BYU. Yes, it always seems like everyone is in love, except for me, and everyone had to rub it in my face. (And for all of you smart aleks out there, I was SO not as bad as this when I was in high school). I try to accept the fact that BYU is just full of happily married, or soon-to-be-married couples and I'll get there eventually. I try and overlook the fact that the PDA king and queen always sit in front of me in that one class. I try and be supportive of love and all of the happy feelings that go with it. I try and then something like this happens . . .
I was booking it on my way to my third class. It just happens to be on the opposite side of campus from my second class. I have my little shortcuts and tricks to shave seconds off my time, but I still end up in class just barely in time. Naturally, it was a Monday, so I'm already in a sour mood from having to wake up early and endure a tortuous 12 hour day. I was doing really well at weaving in and out of people and cars, but I've always been good at that. My legs were burning and my heel, I could feel, was bleeding from the massive, gaping hole that I received from my ballroom class. But, the end was near. I had just entered a parking lot right before the building that my class was in. I cut through the numerous mopeds and did my 1st grad teacher proud by looking both ways before I crossed the middle of the lot. I was good. There were cars, but they were stopped in the loading zone to pick up or drop off their loved ones. I looked both ways again before I crossed the last half of the lot and noticed a car slowly making its way towards me. I had time and the car was definitely going slower than I was, so I walked in front of it to get to the door of the building. Stupid idea. I had to practically jump on the sidewalk to avoid that very car who had suddenly sped up to hit me. I looked in the window about to throw the driver an expression that said, "Holy cow dude, you almost killed me!" But the driver didn't see my expression. He was too busy making out with his significant other to notice a pedestrian in front of his car.
Are you kidding me?!?! It's bad enough to cause a traffic jam on campus because you can't separate yourself from your loved one to let people through, but making out and driving at the same time?! If texting while driving is dangerous, what does that make kissing and driving? Dang married people . . .