I am crossing in front of a white car. The driver is signalling to turn right, and nudges her car a few inches forward. I look and catch her eye. Her car stops.
"Good," I think. "She sees me."
When I am directly in front of her car, she hits the gas.
Two people walking behind me gasp.
I calmly put my up hand, signalling for her to stop. She continues on.
"This could be bad," I think.
Just as I am about to jump on her hood, she sees me and slams on the brakes. The people behind me gasp again. I believe they are there only for dramatic effect.
Momentum carries the car another foot or two forward, and I happen to be occupying that space. Her bumper gives me a good nudge. It takes my balance a moment to decide whether or not I'm going to fall over. It decides not.
Everyone is still.
I realize I'm still holding up my arm up signalling for her to stop. I calmly bring it down. I think briefly of giving her hood a good slap, but I don't. I lightly tap it twice, then continue walking across the street.
6 comments:
Perhaps it is a sign that you are a better person than I, Dave. I would not have been *nearly* so charitable.
If that were me, I would have lifted the car by its front bumper, flipped it arse over teakettle and danced a brief bourrée on its underbelly. That would have taught her.
Please stop with the close calls. All of you. I have had enough with close calls.
I would like to see this bourrée. Almost worth a drive to Nova Scotia...
Similar incidents have happened to me before and I have not been calm. I think I just realized she hadn't actually caught my eye, and I imagined she felt pretty bad. The presence of the gaspers might have contributed.
Oh. movita gets it. Just because SHE got nudged by a car, you have to throw yourself in front of a car. Well played, sir, well played.
Well thank goodness for gaspers, I say. Well done, gaspers!
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