Hit & Ryan
There’s really no other way to say this so I’ll just come right out and say it – the other day I got hit by a car.
First, let me say that I am absolutely fine. I wasn’t hurt in the slightest. Neither was anyone else for that matter. I was “hit” in the loosest sense of the word. In fact, “car” isn’t exactly accurate either. It was an SUV.
I had just left my apartment in Brookline and was on my way to Excelsior. It was quite the nice, albeit a little hot, sunny May afternoon, at least in Brookline. That all changed in the span of fifteen minutes whilst I was underground on the C Line. It looked like the end of the world when I surfaced at Boylston station. The sky was pitch black, the fierce wind blew freshly bloomed buds and petals about, lightening flashed and thunder rolled, and then the bottom of the sky gave way to a torrential downpour.
I stood at the intersection of Boylston and Tremont streets when the little walking man indicated that I could, indeed, walk. Like everyone else, I opted to run. As I stepped onto Boylston Street, the walking man changed to the flashing “talk to the hand” icon, indicating that there were fifteen seconds left to cross the street.
Two trucks were already stopped at the red light. The people running in front of me had just stepped off of the street. That’s when the SUV came flying towards me. The driver honked several times as he sped right up to me. I pushed on the front of the SUV with my hands all the while saying to myself, “What the fuck!” My body fell right up against the grill for a moment before I bounced back a few feet. If it had been a car I would have ended up on the hood.
I looked up at the driver who was, naturally, on his CELL PHONE. He honked and yelled at me as I ran off the street. Two high school-aged girls loitering outside Dunkin Donuts laughed at me or the situation or both or possibly something else entirely. The SUV quickly drove off and was gone. The light was still red mind you. He never even bothered to see if I was all right.
I went into Dunkin Donuts where a woman asked me, “Did you just get hit by that car?” I told her that yes; I did, but also that I was unharmed. The woman also added that someone should get the license plate, to which I added that the SUV was probably already running down children in Chinatown.
For all of my troubles, the Dunkin Donuts clerk gave me a free iced coffee, which I subsequently spilled.