Usually, I’d leave it at that. You know, that whole “a picture is worth a thousand words” cliché. But no, not this time. That’s because, well, I was hit by a bike, and then something absolutely crazy happened.
I was walking with two friends on a Sunday morning to our weekly breakfast spot (mmm…eggs over!). I have had a thing about walking on diagonals, as the shortest distance is a straight line. So I lead my two friends into the line of danger, across a busy street. They hesitate in the middle, as there was clearly traffic coming. But, for some dumb reason, I think i can make it. WRONG! SMASH! I get knocked off my feet by a bicycle. It turns out there were not one, but two bikers who were affected by my stupidity. So I get up from the ground, a walking mess of tears (some of this is from the account of my dear friends). One of the guys involved was so nice about it; he realized it was an accident and felt bad because I was clearly shaken up (and apologetic about what happened!). The other guy, though, was 100% dick. He started off by yelling “I could sue you for this!” and then proceeded to yell various profanities at me. I did the right thing and apologized, and told him that I realize that it was stupid and my fault, but, through my tears, tried to convey that at least we just had some bruises. It turns out the dick had a small cut on his chin. Everyone knows cuts on your face bleed a lot! So, it looked a lot worse than it actually was. The dick yelled at my friend, who had been fumbling through her purse for a tissue, “You better go get me a !@#$*! tissue!” and kept on yelling at me (note: she did not go get said tissue, thank you). He tells me his bike is busted (the fork was turned, and it took about 10 seconds to put it back in place). He tells me that I’m a #$@#(*& idiot for the hundredth time (I agree, sir, but c’mon!). And then we try to gather up and get on our way. Or, on the opposite of our way, as we decided to just go back to my house. So we turn the corner off the main road (after crossing diligently at the crosswalk when the white walker was illuminated) and they are still reassuring me that accidents happen. And then suddenly the dick rides up behind us. He gets one foot off his bicycle, and before I know it, he tries to rub his bloody tissue on my face. He said something, maybe along the lines of “Here, I think you deserve this!” Luckily, my reflexes were spot on and I was able to move his hand out of the way.
In short: Don’t jaywalk. If you’re going to do it, be smart!
And if you’re going to get hit by a bike, please don’t let it be this dick!









