Car Accident

I was walking from work to the bus stop tonight, crossing the street after the left turn signal turned off and the walk light turned on for me. I was hesitant to cross right away because, as the turn signal went orange two cars raced to beat the light. I thought (stupidly, I guess) that the next car was going to stop because there were cars ready to go through the light from the other direction. As I walked into the intersection, I looked to my right and saw in slow motion a car turning left right into me. He wasn't going to fast, but he still clocked me pretty hard in the leg. I yelled something about how he didn't have a left turn signal and forced him to pull over. A couple of people on the sidewalk yelled to me that they saw the whole thing and that they would stay around. I called the police, they took the report, etc. I'm fine-- I probably could have just walked away-- but I wanted to file a police report. I want this guy to remember that he hit a pedestrian. I want his insurance premiums to go up. I am tired of the lazy, distracted driving in this town, and if reporting this accident to the police will teach this one driver to be more careful and attentive, I'll be happy. Well, not happy. Less pissed off.

The one ray of sunshine is that I got one of the police officers to give me a ride home. Did you know the back seats of police cars are not upholstered? It's a hard plastic shell. I guess if people are going to be puking, bleeding, or urinating in the paddy wagon it should be easy to clean. The police car drove past the Bluebird, where there was a line outside for some act. People gawked at me in the back of the car, so I smiled as wide as I could and waved at them. Some awkwardly waved back. The cop was listening to the best music-- the RENT soundtrack, Christina Aguilera, tracks from Destiny's Child's first album. It was a tiny consolation prize.