Recently I got involved in a minor car accident. To be more precise, I got involved in a car-and-person accident, the person obviously being me.
It all happened after I got off “work” at my father’s eatery.
I was doing the normal human act of walking and making my way to the train station in area where it was peace and quiet most of the time.
Ok, I
wasn’t just walking; I was brisk-walking because of the drizzle.
There I was (brisk-) walking happily and at the point when I stepped out to the PEDESTRIAN zebra-crossing, a car (obviously speeding before this) came to a SCREECHING halt.
Being the person I am, who is so afraid to die (especially to die young), I was shocked and thus fell onto the floor before the car even knock me off my feet – which was lucky, otherwise I would have really got banged.
The car, or rather the car plate, was
thisclosetomyface.
But luckily (considering the odds), the only injuries that I sustained were my
swollen bum and my
scratched left palm.
I could have sued that bastard who was driving the car, but I
didn’t because I was kind-hearted enough and I was only suffering from minor injuries
and I couldn’t afford a lawyer. Ha-ha.
The weirdest thing amongst the others – people shouting at the driver but refusing to help me to get up and the driver not willing to get out of the car to examine the state of the situation – was that, me being the poor victim of the whole accident had to hurry to get up and out from the crime scene, being that the “crime scene” was preventing other evil drivers to get through as I was “sitting” in the middle of the road.
You don’t need a rocket scientist to tell you what those bastards are thinking, not especially when rocket scientists are usually
low in
EQ.
When I got up (painfully) and continue my way to the train station, which now seems a mile away, everyone and every thing went back to its routine and the picture was so normal, which left me wondering:
Did I fell when that dreaded driver came (almost) crashing into me? Or did I just sit on the road casually like I was having a picnic on the asphalt road?
I have this hunch that many thought the latter, because they all seem so fine about the accident.
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just another thought.
i have always resisted getting a licence to be a driver because i was always hoping that i can afford to be
chauffeured.i havent and will not change my stand on not getting a licence because now i've found a new reason why i shouldnt get a licence: i am as reckless as that bastard who almost knock me down; in fact i can visualise myself driving a brand new car for the very first time and killing 3 people in a row.
