and the fun just never ends...i need to trade in my luck fer something less worn

[Guest guest]

*sigh*

this is not a nice tell..but..

i swear..i've mentioned before..i don't really believe in past lives..but

formerly, i must have been a nazi who tortured puppies and covered kittens in

sticky syrup..its the only thing that describes my fortunes...

wellllll

*ahem*

as i sit here like a swollen little frog........

yesterday, on my way home from work...i was going down market street(yes, i

know this means poop to a bunch of you...bear with me..i'm in story teller

mode)...and 2 blocks from my house..i was in the right lane...and on my right

was a big blue truck.....

and just as i hit the cross walk..3 little kids came darting out into the

street...right on top of me...running gleefully..little smiles on their

faces(ok..maybe..i couldn't tell, tho, from the closeness i probably could

have counted the hairs on their heads..)...they were right there..poof!! like

some magic trick...i swerved, but i was way too late..the truck had totally

blocked them from view..and they were 5 and under, so i couldn't see them

over the truck.....

i swerved..but hit one anyways......and dumped my bike.....slid down the

street..mmm..road rash..

the kid just lay there fer a sec...and i'm all " are you ok, are you

ok.. " ..then he started balling(shock)

and folks came from everywhere...

the little kid had a little gash on the back of his head..and we trying to

keep him calm...not let him get up...

a woman who was across the street in a car, waiting to cross...saw the whole

thing..which was lucky...and the guy who was parked in the big blue truck

gave me his card, before he split...

but...a good portion of the folks were so angry at me...screaming and

yelling...how could i hit a kid and such....like i did it on purpose....a few

of em kept saying how they should knock my ass out and such..the correct

response would have been, " umm, sorry you are going to have to wait your turn

sir, the pavement already beat you to it " ..but i was a bit tooo dazed to even

think of conversation, never mind witty remarks..

and i was just worried about the little kid..

no one could find the mother

the 2 other lil ones vanished like after a minute...

the paramedics came..then the ambulance...finally 3 squad cars...

luckily, the woman witness told them the whole story...she saw it all...cuz

some in the crowd wanted to lynch me i'm sure...

wot was weird..is the cops didn't even take a report..one cop scribbled a

couple things in a pad...i didn't sign anything...as an afterthought he asked

fer my liscense..and as a much furthr after thought(after he said i could go,

and was just toooo out of it to move yet) he asked fer my insurance...

and go to find out...after i told them about the blue truck being

parked..(after several tries...they didn't seem to get it fer a bit)..they

go " in the red zone? " ..which, wow, it was a red zone the truck was

in..whoops...didn't mean to rat the guy out....and the cop said " it was

totally the other driver's fault fer parking in a red zone..

but

it doesn't make me feel any better...

but..the little kid was ok(i think his name was shaugn)..just a little cut on

the back of his head...and lots of screaming......the ambulance and paramedic

folks said he was totally ok....just scared..i guess that's one little kid

who won't be waving at motorcyclists anymore...

*sigh*

and...someone stole my bike keys...cute kids...

so..i get to push my bike home..and the news travels fast in this

neighborhood..and i got all the stares and catcalls...

at least one good thing ...there was a group of women up on the

sidewalk..mostly with more little kids(subtle torture??)..and i walked up to

em to tell em the other kid was going to be ok,...and they were like " we know,

he's just scared " " are you ok, you shaken up?? " and one of em gave me a big

hug..which gave me the fortitude to walk my bike home..

so

i screwed up the entire left side of my body...looks like i have a pillow

stuffed down my pants(not like i would ever know anything about stuffing

pillows or socks down my trousers..

a little road pizza...i think i'll have bits of pavement stuck in me fer

awhile...(but, it could have been much worse!!!)

one shredded pair of plaid pants

and a bike which won't run

at least, fer the kid's sake, i was on a bike, and not in a buick....

 

in conclusion..

i think i'll blame the owner of the company i work at ,for making me stay 11

hours yesterday and coming home so late....

 

a swollen wounded scraped and bruised little fraggle

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

eek!

 

hugs, sympathy and (metaphorical) cake for fraggle.

 

Mog