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Pat Benatar may have said love is a battlefield, but she's never walked through SpringVegas. I was, appropriately enough, strolling down Battlefield the other day when I almost got hit... again! I'll say this once more: it's scary out there! No one wants to give you leeway. No one wants to slow down. I've learned to NEVER assume a driver is going to stop at a stop sign. And yield signs? What are those? I met a goofy guy yesterday as I walked to the bank. He was minding his own business, walking at a crosswalk, when a minivan slammed on its breaks and honked at him. When I got closer, he looked up as in disbelief that someone else was on foot, and decided to share his latest story. (I could tell he's that guy in school who got picked last... is that me?) He said just the other day a truck smashed into him, sending him flying. Did the driver stop to check on him? Nope. Why not? Because it was such a huge vehicle, the driver had no clue he'd just run down the guy. I'm telling you, it's a "car-eat-pedestrian" world out there.
I got rear ended at Campbell and Battlefield last Wednesday, the other driver got out, looked at the damage and did a quick u-turn and left, spewing antifreeze out of his car as he headed east on Battlefield.
I was dazed and confused and my back still hurts a little.
Posted by
Busplunge |
8/24/08 10:04 PM