The first and hopefully only time.
May. 14th, 2009 04:46 pmI'm walking along the road on my way to work, rocking out to Inoue Joe on my iPod and cross the only major intersection on my route and when I'm right in the middle of the crosswalk, this taxi nearly hits me as he's making a right-hand turn. The man was fucking green! I actually touched the hood with my fucking hand as I jumped (and screamed) to avoid being clipped by the right headlight. I've never trusted taxi drivers to be any good at driving in any country (oh, the irony astounds) but now I have even more reason to be wary of them. He wasn't going fast enough to have done any serious damage; the only injury was to my iPod: the body is scuffed and warped from the impact with the pavement--of course this had to happen when I didn't have it in any kind of case. And then. The asshole driver had the nerve to roll down the window and shoot me a look afterwards. I couldn't tell if it was a dirty look or not but he didn't even ask me if I was alright or stop or anything. I finished crossing the road and squated a bit to let my heart rate return to normal and give myself a chance to cry. I didn't but I felt like I wanted to. Or that I would have been appropriate. I was just a little shaken. Of all the places to get hit on my way to school, that crosswalk was the last place I would have thought it would happen because about 75% of the way has no sidewalks. I didn't even think to look at the license plate to report him.
I got your card Liza! XD Oh, it brings back memories.
I don't even know what to tag this entry.