I was in a cross walk, had the legal right of way and was half way through crossing the two lane road when a car suddenly sped up and tried to make it past without needing to stop. Instead they hit me. Fortunately it was only a glancing blow. I'm not entirely sure where I impacted the car but my guess would be around the front wheel.
But it spun me around and knocked me on my ass. My glasses went flying. Overall just some scrapes and bruises but the glasses flying off is important. Because the Asshole. Drove. Off. Didn't stop. And I couldn't get the license plate because I can't see shit without my glasses or contacts. None of the bystanders got it either because they were all trying to make sure I was ok.
So now I have to deal with the directionless anger of knowing there won't be any retribution. And it's not like this was some giant roadway with no pedestrians. It was on a fucking college campus where thousands of students cross that road every day.
So could be way worse as there just appears to be some sore muscles and I made it through the rest of the work day. But I'm still pissed off. Like really pissed off.
The only solace I get is thinking about what an unusual day it was for a particular tour group. A group of young kids (5-7) were just about to enter the crosswalk opposite me. They got to see someone hit by a car, who then jumped up and start running down the street, screaming obscenities at the fleeing car.
But it spun me around and knocked me on my ass. My glasses went flying. Overall just some scrapes and bruises but the glasses flying off is important. Because the Asshole. Drove. Off. Didn't stop. And I couldn't get the license plate because I can't see shit without my glasses or contacts. None of the bystanders got it either because they were all trying to make sure I was ok.
So now I have to deal with the directionless anger of knowing there won't be any retribution. And it's not like this was some giant roadway with no pedestrians. It was on a fucking college campus where thousands of students cross that road every day.
So could be way worse as there just appears to be some sore muscles and I made it through the rest of the work day. But I'm still pissed off. Like really pissed off.
The only solace I get is thinking about what an unusual day it was for a particular tour group. A group of young kids (5-7) were just about to enter the crosswalk opposite me. They got to see someone hit by a car, who then jumped up and start running down the street, screaming obscenities at the fleeing car.