While walking across the street I got clipped by a woman driving a minivan. Yes, I'm fine. No, I didn't get her plate number. No, she didn't ask me if I was ok, or say Sorry. I was walking with the light. No, no one asked if I was ok once I got to the other side of the street, and I don't know I'm so bothered by that. One woman did kinda give me a look, but I don't know if it was a ' I can't believe the nerve of that lady' or ' I can't believe that you said that.' Cause those words that well bred women don't use? Oh, I used them.
I have lungs.
Two of them
I used to swim daily. I sing. I run.
I have a voice that projects without my intent.
So when I started flinging obscenities... they were flung with great force. I'm not necessarily proud of that fact that I screamed like a banshee, but holy crap had she been going a little faster, had I been slower to push my left and arm against the car to get out of the way, I could have been seriously hurt. My left hand and arm are sore, and I suspect that back muscles of left side will make their presence abundantly known tomorrow.
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