It was hot, and I thought it was a water hose, and often at parades they might use the sprayer for fun, so me, who doesn’t know what she’s thinking at this point, tries to pursue the hose truck at the other end of the bend and maybe ask to get sprayed. Right as I’m approaching it, though, I’m positioned in such a way that, when the slow-moving traffic suddenly became fast again, I almost get run over, only to be saved by my own bad luck.