I was walking out of a store and a car was moving from my left to right. As he passed I started to walk across the parking lot behind him. The guy hit the brakes, dropped it in reverse and started backing up. I dove out of the way. Yes, literally dove. I pulled the shit out of my right calf and all my groceries went flying. He stopped, pulled left into a row of spots and pulled into a spot. I got up and picked everything up and hobbled on to my car.
He got out of the car and started to blame me for not seeing his backup lights. Are you fucking kidding me? Who expects a maniac to throw it in reverse? He wasn't in the row of spots yet, he backed up because he saw an open spot in the row he was passing.
I should never have gotten up. Or I should have called the cops. My calf is black and blue along with my foot where the blood pooled down. Why didn't I think of calling the cops at the spot instead of a half mile down the road? Hindsight and all that!
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace." Jimi Hendrix
He got out of the car and started to blame me for not seeing his backup lights. Are you fucking kidding me? Who expects a maniac to throw it in reverse? He wasn't in the row of spots yet, he backed up because he saw an open spot in the row he was passing.
I should never have gotten up. Or I should have called the cops. My calf is black and blue along with my foot where the blood pooled down. Why didn't I think of calling the cops at the spot instead of a half mile down the road? Hindsight and all that!
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power the world will know peace." Jimi Hendrix