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08/26/2002 Entry: "Did Anybody Get That License?"
I think my day started going downhill about the time I got hit by the truck.
Truth be told, it didn't really hit me so much as brush up against me. The grand total of damage to my person is one button off the sleeve of my trenchcoat. But had I not taken a fast step backwards, I would have been under the back wheel as he made a very sharp right turn up and over the curb. Yes, I was on the sidewalk when it happened.
I realized that I will likely be completely useless in any emergency. As I stood there, stunned, trying to figure out what happened, the truck slowed long enough for me to see the license plate and what company they were from. But my brain wouldn't focus on even the big words. The only thing I can tell you for sure is that the truck was pretty dirty, as my cuff will attest. No, the truck never actually stopped. I don't know if the driver even knew anything happened.
Of course, since I wasn't injured the police wouldn't even bother to take a report, so it doesn't really matter. It's not until now with a little more coffee in me that I'm getting angry and thinking about pedestrian rights in our Crazy Taxi city.
So please, whether you walk or drive, be careful. It's crazy out there.
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I have felt for a long time tthat we should make part of the process of getting permission to drive should also be a day long class on being nice, and courtesy. At least then, everyone behind a wheel will have at least heard somewhere that it is rude to run people over and not stop.
Posted by Vince @ 08/27/2002 11:17 AM PST