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Death by Durango

2007-03-27    12:38 p.m.
Back in the day, my ex was fully convinced that my insistence on crossing the street while dodging traffic was going to be the end of me. I deemed it Death by Taxi, and it was a constant joke. I’ve admittedly had plenty of near-misses, but last night was the first time that I was full-on hit by a car.

Correction: I was hit by a truck.

I know I’ve previously told the story where I was holding a parking spot for someone (standing in an empty spot while on my cell phone with him) when a very insistent driver attempted to parallel park into me, assuming I’d get out of the way. When I reminded her that she was attempting/committing assault with a deadly weapon and that I would not hesitate to call the police and press charges, she took off.

So yesterday I was walking down the street in the middle of downtown, completely following the traffic signs. When green, I went. When red, I stopped. I was following the laws of the land.

Halfway through a crosswalk, I felt myself nudged by something, only to turn to the left and see the grill of a big-ass Dodge. I thought, “Oh fuck. This is the end,” and I checked the crosswalk to make sure I was indeed crossing while I was supposed to be crossing.

While expecting to go under the tire, this is what I think of. That the little white man was there -- not the solid red, or the ever-present blinking red. Call it a Dying with Dignity moment or what have you, but I felt a little bit better knowing that I was in the right.

The driver immediately stopped, contorted her face into an expression that can only be described as, “Oh fuck, fuck, fuckery fuck,” and sat there horrified.

Some guy from off the street was immediately next to me, checking to make sure I was okay. After the initial shock, I started crying, shaking, and laughing that nervous laughter you can’t really explain.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Sure you’re all right? Is there anything I can do?”

I couldn’t point the guy out of a line-up, but he was very nice as I stood there in a haze, shaking a bit, and not saying much more than that I was okay.

Unbeknownst to me, even when I’m shaking, crying, and completely freaking out, I’ve still got it going on.

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