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to top off my already stressful weekend?

i get HIT BY A FUCKING CAR on my walk to work.

yes, yes, i'm okay, though i may be a bit stiff when i wake up tomorrow.

there's this crosswalk that i've always HATED on my walk to work. there's a stop sign and a cross walk, but people will almost NEVER stop, and rarely even look. i peeked around the tree (it's also a blind spot 3 seasons out of the year when there's leaves on the trees), saw a car quite a ways down, and begun to cross. she has ample time to see me, slow down, and come to a stop.

or so i thought.

i noticed she was hardly slowing, and instinctively moved my left knee away as the car struck my arm and spun me around. i stood there dumbfounded that she may have not seen me, that she had actually not stopped, because i SAW her looking at me. at least, i think i saw her head looking towards me. after it hit a certain point, i was staring in horror at her bumper, which missed my left kneecap by mere inches. what topped this off nicely was that the bitch fucking WAVED and drove off. not an "oops!" wave, but actually a toodle fucking loo wave, where her fingers waggled at the end of her upraised hand. i gathered breath to yell at her, but looked behind me again, as i realized i was standing in the middle of the street at this time. a couple in a beat up red car gave me a funny look, and i'm not sure if it was because they were concerned with if i was alright, or if they were annoyed that i was standing in their way. either way, they said nothing, so i turned around and left.

no, i didn't file a police report. i was too dumbfounded to notice anything other than that she had shorter curly hair and drove a light blue newer model car.

i'm trying to console myself with the fact that the whore has one HELLUVA bucket load of freaking kharma that will be knocking on her door for this.

so, combined with already being beyond stressed for the last few weekends, i started sobbing as i walked up the street. i snuffled as the people in the cars at the stoplight gave me a funny look as they waited for the light to turn green and i waited to cross. i called work, trying to remain calm, but just blurted out "I'M HAVING A SHITTY DAY, I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK *SOB* BECAUSE I *GULP* JUST GOT HIT BY A FREAKING CAR!!! *SIMPER*" because of how badly i'm freaking out, the manager instantly thinks i'm sprawled by the side of the road and half dead and tells me to stay where i'm at, he'll send someone to get me, so that we can file a police report and get the bitch. i tell him i would rather walk - i suppose a woman crying on the side of Andresen and walking is much better than a woman standing outside of a Shell station, sobbing. i need to get a hold of myself. i'm fine, until i walk into work and a coworker rushes up and says "omg, show me your arm!" i instantly start crying again and stick out my left arm, which she tenderly flips back and forth. "i don't see any swelling..." i'm certain at this point that i'm crying more for everything that's been building up this weekend, not just because of jerks driving new blue cars. unfortunately, i'm crying too hard to get out that there shouldn't be swelling, if i hurt anything, it will be my shoulder and elbow because of the speed that they were wrenched behind me.

at least work can never complain that i'm not a dedicated worker. Gets hit by a car and STILL comes to work!!! i also got three sodas and a giant candy bar out of the deal, as well as several hugs.

i'm freaking emotionally drained and going to bed now.

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aubkabob
Nov. 10th, 2006 03:23 am (UTC)
cell phones in the hands of drivers is an evil, evil thing ;) i've stood at that area, too, for over five minutes, watching cars go by even though there's a cross walk and a stop sign. sigh.

i always feel idiotic getting to work late and using the 'traffic was bad' excuse since i'm a pedestrian, but it's true!

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