I Attempt Wit And End Up With Irony
Well, I was enjoying myself at a friend's house, having a good time and whatnot, when it came time to take the ride home. I set to the streets on my motorcycle. This friend of mine seems to enjoy witty responses and I enjoy (attempting to) fulfill that enjoyment. On the way home, I was trying to think of some witty way to say that I had made it home safely.
..and then I got hit by a car.
49th and Oak. There were police right at the gas station on the corner where we hit (although they didn't see anything or even notice anything when they came out). I made it to the parking lot and just limped around a lot. Someone in a different car pulled in and said he saw what happened. The other woman involved in the collision pulled in when she could get across the traffic. The police, after being waved down, took notice and helped. An exchange of information later, and everyone left. Suddenly, I was alone in the fog. The police had suggested that I call some of my "buddies" and see if one of them could pick me up. I said I wouldn't mind waiting for my mother to come from the border and pick me up. I waited at the bus stop for about 45 minutes for my mother to show up. The Zune saved my life right then (thank the gods it was in my *left* pocket and not my right). I was a bit paranoid being alone in the fog in Vancouver. I was a bit weak and couldn't run if I needed to. I waited and waited for my mother to show up. Every pair of headlights was analized the moment they appeared through the fog. I would constantly make sudden changes in the direction I was looking (that wards off muggers, by the way). I finally recieved a phone call which had my very blinded-by-the-fog mother on the other end. When I saw her, I started flailing my arms about (she didn't see me) and finally shouted "TURN LEFT! NOW!" to get her looking in the right direction. She brought me an icepack, but it didn't stop the swelling in my knee. I could barely walk in to the house. I felt like I had instantly turned 90 years old and now required two hands on the handrail and 30 minutes just to climb the stairs to the back door.
I'm all patched up now and I'll be in bed soon. I've been having a bit of trouble walking now and it will probably be worse tomorrow. I took a bunch of ibeuprofen and my right leg is numb from icepacks. I wish I had a picture of the bike too. It's not in good shape.
Heh. The other woman involved in the collision just called me (3:25 AM!) and said she was sorry for calling so late and was worying about everything. I told her it's okay, I understand and that I'm doing okay. Hopefully she can worry less now and get some sleep. I'm sad that I hit someone, but relieved the person was so nice. A voice in my head made a joke at the time. This lady and I (she's roughly a year younger than me) should start dating just so that when people ask how we met, we can say "Oh, we just sort of ran in to eachother."
I'm such a great commedian.
I'm expecting a call from my insurance company around 10 AM. They want more details.
Sleep time.
..and then I got hit by a car.
49th and Oak. There were police right at the gas station on the corner where we hit (although they didn't see anything or even notice anything when they came out). I made it to the parking lot and just limped around a lot. Someone in a different car pulled in and said he saw what happened. The other woman involved in the collision pulled in when she could get across the traffic. The police, after being waved down, took notice and helped. An exchange of information later, and everyone left. Suddenly, I was alone in the fog. The police had suggested that I call some of my "buddies" and see if one of them could pick me up. I said I wouldn't mind waiting for my mother to come from the border and pick me up. I waited at the bus stop for about 45 minutes for my mother to show up. The Zune saved my life right then (thank the gods it was in my *left* pocket and not my right). I was a bit paranoid being alone in the fog in Vancouver. I was a bit weak and couldn't run if I needed to. I waited and waited for my mother to show up. Every pair of headlights was analized the moment they appeared through the fog. I would constantly make sudden changes in the direction I was looking (that wards off muggers, by the way). I finally recieved a phone call which had my very blinded-by-the-fog mother on the other end. When I saw her, I started flailing my arms about (she didn't see me) and finally shouted "TURN LEFT! NOW!" to get her looking in the right direction. She brought me an icepack, but it didn't stop the swelling in my knee. I could barely walk in to the house. I felt like I had instantly turned 90 years old and now required two hands on the handrail and 30 minutes just to climb the stairs to the back door.
I'm all patched up now and I'll be in bed soon. I've been having a bit of trouble walking now and it will probably be worse tomorrow. I took a bunch of ibeuprofen and my right leg is numb from icepacks. I wish I had a picture of the bike too. It's not in good shape.
Heh. The other woman involved in the collision just called me (3:25 AM!) and said she was sorry for calling so late and was worying about everything. I told her it's okay, I understand and that I'm doing okay. Hopefully she can worry less now and get some sleep. I'm sad that I hit someone, but relieved the person was so nice. A voice in my head made a joke at the time. This lady and I (she's roughly a year younger than me) should start dating just so that when people ask how we met, we can say "Oh, we just sort of ran in to eachother."
I'm such a great commedian.
I'm expecting a call from my insurance company around 10 AM. They want more details.
Sleep time.