I really hope I don't drive over a Mexican

I really hope I don't drive over a Mexican. I've come close on many occasions. I consider myself lucky that I live close enough to my job in downtown that I don't have to travel on the highway. I basically take 6th street west and then cut down to Olympic, where there are three lanes and the lights are timed. Unfortunately, getting down to Olympic is very difficult, as I must navigate what is likely the most densely Mexican-based pedestrian populated sections in the world. There are several crosswalks, which I am always prepared to stop at just in case someone jumps out into the street. However, most of the Mexicans don't like crosswalks, or waiting for safe opportunities to cross the street. Most of the people in this area sprint across the middle of the street, relying on the cars to adjust their speed and course of direction appropriately to avoid collision. I tend to leave work late, and the darkness does not lend itself to easy detection of sprinting Mexicans. Man, I really hope I don't drive over a Mexican.

Just to clarify, and for the sake of being politically correct, I also hope I don't drive over white people, black people, native americans, jews, and Canadiens. Everyone, basically, except for Yankee fans.