Italiano

The other day my friends Esther, Sarah, and I went to get teriyaki. We returned to my house, I parked, and Sarah and Esther opened their doors exactly as a car sped past almost taking of the doors and scaring Sarah half to death- as evidenced by her scream. The man driving slammed on the breaks, skidded to a stop, and started backing up. Immediately all of us thought he would start yelling at us for not looking before opening our doors on the narrow street. But instead we heard "you ok? are you hurt?" in the most awesome, stereotypical Italian accent you can think of. His window had been down and he heard Sarah's scream. We assured him we were ok and went our separate ways- checking twice to make sure no cars were coming before crossing the street.