oh yeah, Friday night I was crossing the street with Ed, Ben, and Karen, and a goddamn taxi ran into me. We were all quite confused. I thought cars were supposed to stop a) at the red lights b) behind the stop line c) definitely before hitting the people. Like most folks, I give people the benefit of the doubt and figured the driver was tending to some urgent thing that prevented him from, uh, driving right. But the more I thought about it, the more I started wishing I had kicked the hell out of the car. (Ed says he was surprised I didn't - apparently he remembers an incident from high school in which I had attacked an offensive vehicle. I guess I was less friendly then.)
I wasn't hit very hard - just displaced a foot or so at 5 mph. Edge-of-the-pit-at-a-show force.
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