"Cars don't want to hit people" -Me, before.

I got a little bit hit by a car today; not a lot. It was more like being tapped quickly by something bigger than usual. The old woman rolled down her window with her mouth open. I said in the most cold way ever that I was okay, implying that I was right pissed, but that I still felt able to catch the next bus and didn't want to bother. She said thank you when she should have said sorry. Thank you? I really didn't do anything. I got hit by your car. You're welcome?

Things happen in threes though right? That's what people say and they usually have really great stories to back it up. Sarah got hit by a car in the summer and that really sucked. This didn't stink that much but I probably made a dumb face when it happened. And my knee hurts sort-of but no more than it hurts when I propel myself into stationary objects. Anyway, I lived with Sarah, and I have, at other times, lived with the following people: Mom, Dave, Alan, Ben, Will, Ryan, Shannon, Team Pink and Joanna (in res), Suzanne et al. (in eco house, including the girl sitting across from (but refusing to acknowledge) me (I won't bother mentioning this to her)), Kristy, Sarah-Caitlin, that Brittany girl, and Drea. Sarah and I make two, so my warning to everyone else is to look both ways at least a couple of times and assume nothing. Just to be careful/superstitious.