Thursday, December 4, 2008

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 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


Hi! I'm Kirsten... said...

awh :-( That sounds awful. I am so sorry.

Love the picture that goes with the post!

Susan's Snippets said...

Hey, Kirsten - thanks for the comment. Keep keepin on with your beautiful photos.

mickey motos

... Paige said...

Wow! that musta hurt. but I couldn't help but let little giggle slip out when I (which is a shocker in and of itself) noticed the spelling of Moron. Please don't be mad cause normally I can't spell with a...well you know what.
and besides I bet you did feel a bit dark reddish brown.

Feel better real soon and do laugh cause it does promote healing

jude said...

Oh my gosh girl, that's terrible!!Are you okay?

Susan's Snippets said...

Paige....I have a friend that always says "Are you a Maroon?"...something from back in the day. But more importantly it has to do with the fact that I am a rhymer.