Rule Breaker!

Yup, that’s me.

I broke one of my hard, fast rules last night while walking to the train.

In the midst of the wind-driven sleet I had put my hood up, my head down, when I remembered that I had forgotten to make a phone call, so I dialed up the number on my cell.

At Wacker and Lake Street, under the el tracks, a tour bus barely stopped at the red light – ending up well over the pedestrian crosswalk, forcing me out into the intersection in order to get around the front end of the behemoth, then sharply turning right to get back to the sidewalk.

So head down, hood up and talking on my cell phone I rounded the front of the bus and WHAM! - I got cold-cocked upside the right half of my head.

I had hit the giant, hard black plastic mirror on the side of the bus.

My first reaction was just a slight guttural sound of surprise.

Then silence...as my brain tried to make sense of what had just happened and the pain set in.

My friend on the phone voiced her concern and when I was able to speak, I told her I was okay but that I really, really need to go.

Today I am sporting a nice little knot on my forehead, which hopefully will be a visual reminder to not break my rules again any time soon.

i feel like a maroon