This blog chronicles my life as I try to balance healthy lifestyle habits with my husband's penchant for pizza rolls and my daughter's desire to watch iCarly 8 hours a day. It contains a mostly humorous, kind, and somewhat spiritual look at everyday life and the people who live it.
Friday, December 3, 2010
We're living in a society here, folks...
A couple of days ago that beautiful system broke down. Imagine if you will a very rainy day. I was looking adorable in my brand new trouser-cut jeans and way-too-high-and-so-uncomfortable high heeled black boots. As I tap-tap-tapped up to the crosswalk I saw a car approaching. The car was a fair distance away so I stepped into the street with confidence.
I hear the car approaching. I keep walking. I hear the car still approaching. Some small, very important, part of my brain registers that the car is not slowing down. I glance over. The car. Is. Coming. I freeze for just a second before my legs remember to run. Tap, tap, tap, tap! My stupid-way-too-high-and-so-uncomfortable high heeled black boots are not helping me now! The driver of the car finally registers that she is about to hit me and slams on the brakes. She fishtails on the wet pavement and the front of the car hits me with just enough force to knock me off balance but not enough force to hurt me. I fall to hands and knees. My gigantic purse goes flying one way. My gigantic bag filled with 4-inch budget binders goes flying the other. My umbrella slips from my hand and lands on the wet pavement.
I crouch there for a moment on the ground. Stunned. I look up and make eye contact with the driver. Her face registers nothing: not surprise, anxiety, guilt, regret, anger, just blankness. Then, without exchanging a word, she drives off.
SHE DRIVES OFF!
There I was, kneeling in the middle of the street getting soaked. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it through my coat. I couldn't believe she just left me there! We're living in a society here, folks, and as members we are all required to enquire about the health and wellbeing of any living creature we may hit with our old, rusty, no-anti-lock-brakes-having cars! This is not optional!
I didn't get a license plate number. I don't know the make and model of the car. I didn't file a police report and I 'm not hurt. But I am curious: who is this woman? What standards of behavior is she following? And why, why for the love of mike did she not even acknowledge me?
The good news is that I didn't even tear the knees in my new trouser cut jeans...