So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me
to work. I just wanted Friday to be over. I had gone out on a romantic
date with my wife the night before, and I was anxious to get back to her.

The next thing I know, I hear a sound behind me. I turn and a small
black car with two people in it is some twenty feet from me, and not
slowing down. I dive to my right to get as much of me out of the way as
possible, my left leg however didn't get the memo.

They hit me, then the car parked about 10 feet behind me, hard enough to
push it out of it's parking space, then they hit the wall of the deli at
the end of the strip mall in the parking lot where I had been standing.

I was no where near the street when this happened. The little pricks
had to squeeze their car between a sign post for the strip mall and the
bus stop trash can. They missed the trash can, but clipped the sign
post. Naturally, the little bastards ran. Witnesses stated it was two
young white boys, who grabbed a radio from the car before they bolted
away.

Here's the part that pisses me off the most. There are no skid marks
anywhere, till just in front of the deli wall where the car finally
stopped. These little fuckers didn't even try to slow down.
Fortunately, they hit me, and not the mother and her infant that were
actually waiting in the bus stop.

So, now I sit here at home, trapped in the lower level of the house as
we have stairs and I'm on crutches for the time being. My left leg is
not too bad, but the brace and all are making life a right royal pain in
the ***** right now. I hate it when people have to wait on me for any
reason, and now my wife has to be my care giver and take care of her
father as well.

I do however find the good in all of this. When I heard the noise, it
was them hitting the sign post, I turned. I was lined up dead center in
there hood at that moment, and like I said, they were not slowing down.
The car they hit after hitting me was only about 10 feet behind me. If
I had froze, they would have slammed into me squarely, and carried me
into that other car. I would not be writing this note now if I had not
moved and moved quickly.

The cops, firefighters, and hospital staff all praised me for having,
"cat like reflexes" and reminding me of how much worse it could have
been. I also get to experience the high life for a while, Oxycodone
makes the pain bearable and allows me to get some sleep. I also
discovered that female Phoenix Firefighters are fine. Obviously the
same high standards of good looks they make the men adhere to also apply
to the women.

BTW, I remember explicitly what went through my mind as all this was
happening. "MOVE!" came first. Then, when I realized I'd been hit, a
two word phrase involving sexual contact and my maternal parent sprang
from my lips. I was *****. Still am actually. But I know just
how damned lucky I am to be alive right now. Phoenix has some of the
worst statistics for vehicle / pedestrian accidents in the country. I
won't be added to this years list of statistics in the fatality column.
And it looks like we might actually get a second vehicle out of all
this now. The Quaker does not want me riding the bus any longer. Her
dad was hit twice last year, and I can understand her reasons.

Of course, when she showed up at the hospital, she went immediately into
care giver mode and started answering all questions for me, just as if I
were her dad. I finally handed her my cell phone and told her to go out
side and call my boss. She got the hint. Love her to death, but
sometimes I think she's been taking care of that 6'6" 5 year old for far
too long. He's going to be 82 here in a few weeks, and he's mighty glad
I'm still around to celebrate that birthday with him.

And to all you fundy fruitcakes out here, no. No I didn't call out to
any gods, no I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, and no, I have
not changed my mind.

Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.

So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me
to work.

And to all you fundy fruitcakes out here, no. No I didn't call out to
any gods, no I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, and no, I have
not changed my mind.

Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.

--
There are none more ignorant and useless,
than they that seek answers on their knees,
with their eyes closed.
____________________________________________________________________
Rev. Karl E. Taylor http://www.secularity.com/ktayloraz

A.A #1143 http://azhotops.blogspot.com/

Apostle of Dr. Lao EAC: Virgin Conversion Unit Director
____________________________________________________________________

So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me
to work.

So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me
to work. I just wanted Friday to be over. I had gone out on a romantic
date with my wife the night before, and I was anxious to get back to her.

The next thing I know, I hear a sound behind me. I turn and a small
black car with two people in it is some twenty feet from me, and not
slowing down. I dive to my right to get as much of me out of the way as
possible, my left leg however didn't get the memo.

They hit me, then the car parked about 10 feet behind me, hard enough to
push it out of it's parking space, then they hit the wall of the deli at
the end of the strip mall in the parking lot where I had been standing.

So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me
to work. I just wanted Friday to be over. I had gone out on a romantic
date with my wife the night before, and I was anxious to get back to her.

The next thing I know, I hear a sound behind me. I turn and a small
black car with two people in it is some twenty feet from me, and not
slowing down. I dive to my right to get as much of me out of the way as
possible, my left leg however didn't get the memo.

BTW, I remember explicitly what went through my mind as all this was
happening. "MOVE!" came first. Then, when I realized I'd been hit, a
two word phrase involving sexual contact and my maternal parent sprang
from my lips. I was *****. Still am actually. But I know just
how damned lucky I am to be alive right now. Phoenix has some of the
worst statistics for vehicle / pedestrian accidents in the country. I
won't be added to this years list of statistics in the fatality column.
And it looks like we might actually get a second vehicle out of all
this now. The Quaker does not want me riding the bus any longer. Her
dad was hit twice last year, and I can understand her reasons.

Of course, when she showed up at the hospital, she went immediately into
care giver mode and started answering all questions for me, just as if I
were her dad. I finally handed her my cell phone and told her to go out
side and call my boss. She got the hint. Love her to death, but
sometimes I think she's been taking care of that 6'6" 5 year old for far
too long. He's going to be 82 here in a few weeks, and he's mighty glad
I'm still around to celebrate that birthday with him.

And to all you fundy fruitcakes out here, no. No I didn't call out to
any gods, no I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, and no, I have
not changed my mind.

Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.

Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.

[Hair-raising near-death experiences elided for brevity. Go read it.]
Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.

So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me to
work. I just wanted Friday to be over. I had gone out on a romantic date
with my wife the night before, and I was anxious to get back to her.

The next thing I know, I hear a sound behind me. I turn and a small black
car with two people in it is some twenty feet from me, and not slowing down.
I dive to my right to get as much of me out of the way as possible, my left
leg however didn't get the memo.

BTW, I remember explicitly what went through my mind as all this was
happening. "MOVE!" came first. Then, when I realized I'd been hit, a
two word phrase involving sexual contact and my maternal parent sprang
from my lips.

I was *****. Still am actually. But I know just
how damned lucky I am to be alive right now. Phoenix has some of the
worst statistics for vehicle / pedestrian accidents in the country. I
won't be added to this years list of statistics in the fatality column.
And it looks like we might actually get a second vehicle out of all
this now. The Quaker does not want me riding the bus any longer. Her
dad was hit twice last year, and I can understand her reasons.

...
Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.

So there I was, minding my own business waiting for the bus to take me
to work. I just wanted Friday to be over. I had gone out on a romantic
date with my wife the night before, and I was anxious to get back to her.

The next thing I know, I hear a sound behind me. I turn and a small
black car with two people in it is some twenty feet from me, and not
slowing down. I dive to my right to get as much of me out of the way as
possible, my left leg however didn't get the memo.

They hit me, then the car parked about 10 feet behind me, hard enough to
push it out of it's parking space, then they hit the wall of the deli at
the end of the strip mall in the parking lot where I had been standing.

I was no where near the street when this happened. The little pricks
had to squeeze their car between a sign post for the strip mall and the
bus stop trash can. They missed the trash can, but clipped the sign
post. Naturally, the little bastards ran. Witnesses stated it was two
young white boys, who grabbed a radio from the car before they bolted away.

Here's the part that pisses me off the most. There are no skid marks
anywhere, till just in front of the deli wall where the car finally
stopped. These little fuckers didn't even try to slow down.
Fortunately, they hit me, and not the mother and her infant that were
actually waiting in the bus stop.

So, now I sit here at home, trapped in the lower level of the house as
we have stairs and I'm on crutches for the time being. My left leg is
not too bad, but the brace and all are making life a right royal pain in
the ***** right now. I hate it when people have to wait on me for any
reason, and now my wife has to be my care giver and take care of her
father as well.

I do however find the good in all of this. When I heard the noise, it
was them hitting the sign post, I turned. I was lined up dead center in
there hood at that moment, and like I said, they were not slowing down.
The car they hit after hitting me was only about 10 feet behind me. If
I had froze, they would have slammed into me squarely, and carried me
into that other car. I would not be writing this note now if I had not
moved and moved quickly.

The cops, firefighters, and hospital staff all praised me for having,
"cat like reflexes" and reminding me of how much worse it could have
been. I also get to experience the high life for a while, Oxycodone
makes the pain bearable and allows me to get some sleep. I also
discovered that female Phoenix Firefighters are fine. Obviously the
same high standards of good looks they make the men adhere to also apply
to the women.

BTW, I remember explicitly what went through my mind as all this was
happening. "MOVE!" came first. Then, when I realized I'd been hit, a
two word phrase involving sexual contact and my maternal parent sprang
from my lips. I was *****. Still am actually. But I know just
how damned lucky I am to be alive right now. Phoenix has some of the
worst statistics for vehicle / pedestrian accidents in the country. I
won't be added to this years list of statistics in the fatality column.
And it looks like we might actually get a second vehicle out of all
this now. The Quaker does not want me riding the bus any longer. Her
dad was hit twice last year, and I can understand her reasons.

Of course, when she showed up at the hospital, she went immediately into
care giver mode and started answering all questions for me, just as if I
were her dad. I finally handed her my cell phone and told her to go out
side and call my boss. She got the hint. Love her to death, but
sometimes I think she's been taking care of that 6'6" 5 year old for far
too long. He's going to be 82 here in a few weeks, and he's mighty glad
I'm still around to celebrate that birthday with him.

And to all you fundy fruitcakes out here, no. No I didn't call out to
any gods, no I didn't see my life flash before my eyes, and no, I have
not changed my mind.

Sorry for the long rant, just had to get this down.