This semester, I have said, numerous times, how I want to get hit by a car. Yes, I'm insane, I realize this. But, I said it due to immense amounts of stress and 'FML" moments. Also, I had those emo moments where I just wanted to get pummeled by a dumb-ass student driver in a hick, rusty truck. I figured the quick hit would just be better than dealing with all that I have been. But, for all concerned, which is...no one, I am happy to be breathing tonight.
Anyways, today I had to work from 11-4. I woke up at 10isham to the beautiful sunshine seeping through the crevices and spaces in my dorm room window's blinds. The sunshine tends to diminish the depression. Not all, but most, and I am thankful for that. (It's supposed to rain all week, and I'm PMSing; I'm slightly worried for my sanity.)
Due to the sunshine, I decide to walk to work. Also, I knew that I would be busy and exhausted later on today, so I wouldn't have time, or energy, to run. I figured I would get my exercise in and walk to work!
Well, as I'm walking up Cornelia Street, there's a woman, mother-like, driving her dark-blue mini-van, exiting Burger King's drive-thru/parking lot. She's on her cell phone, looking left at the traffic passing by, keeping her from being able to pull out.
I, walking up on her right, have the right-away, since she's stopped, in a drive-way, awaiting a clearance to enter the street, and I'm the pedestrian. Driver yield to pedestrians. That's just how it goes.
Well, Miss. Mini-van Mom, decides to creep up, and gain speed, towards Cornelia, while I am in front of her. Not only does she hit me, but she keeps going, her head still looking left, and her big mouth still gabbing.
I was unable to move forward, nor backward, because her van is pushing me forward, into Cornelia street, and beginning to run my over. As I am getting more and more under her car, I am beating her hood. It took a good 3-4 hits on her hood to break her attention from whoever she was talking to on the phone and from whatever she was looking at on her left, to realize that there was a teenager wrapped around the front of her soccer-mom mini van.
Well, the look on her face was ridiculous. I want to say it was funny, and I suppose it was, but really, I should have laid that woman out on her back. Instead, she slammed on her breaks (naturally), and I continued walking in my direction as she rolled her window down screaming, "I'm so sorry!" I laughed, I think because of her stupidity, and just told her it was okay, and kept walking.
Standing for5 hours at work, where the line at Subway was non-stop, was terrible. I was limping the whole time, and I was getting shooting pains through my legs. Granted, that wasn't from Miss. Mini-van Mom, I mean she didn't help, but it is mostly due to the fact that I have shin splints.
Needless to say, walking back to campus from work, I took note of every single mini-van and walked much more cautiously.
Oh my goodness! How could I forget Mr. Burger Man?!
Mr. Burger Man was the eye-witness! After this whole...event, as I continued walking in my destined direction, I spotted Mr. Burger Man, sitting in the driver seat of his parked car in the Burger King lot, looking out his windshield, which was facing Miss. Mini-van Mom's and mine direction, eating a burger. However, when I looked at him, he had both hands wrapped around those sesame seed buns, with his jaw dropped, and it wasn't dropped to take in that meaty beef.
His facial expression was, indeed, priceless.
Thank you Mr. Burger Man for making that awful event somewhat hysterical.
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