I walk out in front of a car. I stroll onto a busy city street and fail to notice the oncoming stream of traffic until headlights are blinding me whilst I lie on a wet, shiny black bed of bad luck. Im not injured. But whilst the taxi driver is checking the bumper of his car for damage and people are milling around to see the blonde who's parents forgot to teach her the basic rule of looking right then left then right once more, I'm trying to see if I've snapped the heel of my shoe. A pair of hand grabs me around the waist and helps me up, I dont even bother to look who it is, I just start to gather my bags, the contents of which were purchased in an effort to turn this week around. They cushioned my fall after all I guess.
The taxi man has gotten in his car to escape the abuse of an older woman for not learning how to drive properly, and several people are now trying to calm her down. In the midst of embarrassing commotion, I crash and dash.
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