I was walking Lulu around the small block. I got a text message on my phone and checked it. Lulu was already moving at a glacial pace so I wasn’t slowing her down.
As I checked the message, I saw a couple of work emails had come in. I was on-call that week so I checked the emails to make sure that I wasn’t needed. I wasn’t so I was
A car went in front of me, missing me by about 2 feet. Apparently, I’d walked past a driveway.
I felt pretty sheepish. I’d almost gotten hurt walking into the path of a car without realizing it. I was so busy focussing on the bloody emails that I didn’t notice the driveway, never mind the car that was backing up toward me.
As I composed myself, the driver brought the car back slowly beside me. He said that he was sorry, that he didn’t see me, and that I came out of nowhere.
Well, he got 2 out of 3 right. No one’s called me a little guy since I passed 200 pounds – I’m hard to miss. It’s not like I was jumping out from behind some bushes. And I was walking awfully slowly.
We went back and forth with “I’m sorry I didn’t see you.” and “No. I’m sorry. I should have looked.” “No, no. I’m sorry.”
But I’m really sorry. Because I wasn’t paying attention, I put my life in that blind f*cker’s hands.