Tonight I was walking from my apartment to my parent’s house to help my parents with some computer related issues they were having. I was dressed warm and walking with my bottle of water, feeling good and glad to be getting some much needed physical activity. I have been walking for a few minutes and decide to cross the street since there are no cars coming, look behind me and there is a guy getting ready to turn right. That’s fine since I am on his left, not a problem at all. I jog myself out to the median, look both ways and get ready to jog across to the other side.
All of the sudden Sir Right Turn has changed his mind about the direction he is going and decides he wants to turn left. Rather than turning right, getting into the left turn lane, waiting for traffic, and then turning like a rational person he jumps the median while I am standing there. I was probably about 10 feet away from him when he decided to hurl his deathmobile over the cement and grass barrier to turn left. Obviously whatever was to the left was freaking important! He didn’t even look stunned, as if he were thinking “Oh my goodness, I almost hit that lady!” Or “Oh my goodness, I didn’t know there was a median there!” He looked nonplussed, as if to say “Meh, I am sure there were safer ways to get here, but this was the fastest.” (This is why I hate living in Dallas. I was in the median on Broadway in Times Square and felt perfectly safe! But I digress…)
I watch him drive away, a bit stunned and very glad to be alive, and watch him turn into Whataburger. The dude almost turned me into street pizza for a mediocre burger. What an ass!
So tell me dopers, who else almost kicked the bucket today? Or was almost mowed down by a car at some point? Tell me your near death stories!
Glad to hear you’re okay!
If that were me though and I saw where he turned into, I would have been in his face shortly thereafter.
It pays to read the Dope.
My near miss, or is that a near hit, happened not today, but a few days ago. I’m up in the mountains with my SO and staying at a lodge. I was preparing a potjie in a lapa. (In English, a stew in a three legged iron pot in an enclosed area designated for barbecues). There was some weather about. Okay, maybe a little more than just some. It’s just that, well, that potjie needed tending, and only the good die young, and I sure ain’t an angel.
So I hear this crackling sound. Now, being a Doper, and having read one of Cecil’s stories about lightnin’ ‘n all, I knows me a pending strike when I hears one. So I drop the poker I was holding, go into a Steven Segal anti-lightnin’ crouch, and KABOOOM!!!..take that, sports lovers.
Seems Cecil was right. Lightning does crackle before it pops.
My SO, who was standing on the verandah, watched as the bolt, a little one actually, started at the top of the tree, arced over the lapa (and by proximity my head), and ran along the fence. Needless to say, she had a thrombie.
That was a reminder, I guess I’ll be checking whether my affairs are in order.
Glad you’re ok, at least you didn’t get hit .
Hopefully this type of thing doesn’t turn into a common occurance around our circles.
Narrowly avoided death by suicide Whitetail Deer last night… I’d have an easier time avoiding them, if they’d at least be polite enough to stop treating my car as a hurdle!
Glad everyone is OK!
Glad you’re ok.
My son had one of these the other day. He took a cab from work to his home and asked the driver to wait while he ran upstairs to get money. He wasn’t 5 steps away when a drunk plowed into the back of the cab, pushing the rear end up into the passenger compartment. The driver was taken away in an ambulance. My son would have been crushed.
I hope he paid the cabbie! :eek:
This is why I think all cars should be made of styrofoam and pipe cleaners. Seriously.
***** Got chased down a hallway in a Phila. apartment building by an actual Knife-Wielding Fiend. Locked myself in a janitor’s closet till someone called the cops.
***** Got caught in the middle of a bank robbery: cops on one side of me, shooting at the robbers, who (in my recollection, at least) carried big bags with $$$ on them. Dodged bullets, dove under car.
***** Thought I was having a heart attack, called 911. Don’t remember what it turned out to be, but thought it was hips for Baby. Made sure I had on a nice dressing gown, lipstick and had my hair combed before EMS got there.
***** Minor surgery went wrong and they poked a hole in my spine (never been in so much pain in my life). Six weeks in traction. After I found I wasn’t going to die I was rather upset, as that meant the pain wasn’t going to end.
Lately, kina hora, I’ve been fine!
Wow Eve’s life is so much more exciting than mine…
Are you still in pain? OMG I hope you were compensated anyway.