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hit by a car while walking

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

More fun news. I was hit by a car, today, as I was out running some errands.

Nothing bad, just run down by some 70ish jerk in a car that seemed to date to the late seventies. I was walking through an intersection heading north on a south-bound one-way street. I've often been leery of such circumstances in the past, but that's when there's a driver idling in the intersection and watching only one direction. This guy was nowhere in sight when I entered the intersection, but he drove up and cruised through the stop sign (possibly thinking that I was a figment of his senility) and just knocked me off my feet onto his hood. I saw him in time to shout, jump back, and get my hands down, but it wasn't enough to avoid him.

So after the hit, I climbed off his hood and shouted at him, and he gestured angrily and shouted at me (!) and declined to roll down his window. I was a little rattled, of course, and before I could think of what to do, he drove off. My arms and neck are a little sore, but I think I'm all right. The drivers here really are something else.

With all this crazy crap I feel like one of those whiney 'why me?' people.