thus far today, i have been quite productive. i taught, came home, WENT FOR A RUN (close your mouths, because i know your jaws just hit the floor), and then since i was already hot and sweaty, i decided to bike to the grocery store. i'm cute.
anyway, i'm biking along down 500 north on my way to smith's, la la laa, and as i pass the entrance to a gas station, this old man comes out in his truck and is totally not paying attention as i cross (as is my right as a vehicle on the road, and his responsibility is to yield as he tries to exit), and HE HITS ME! ON MY BIKE! HE HIT ME ON MY BIKE! i didn't know what to do. i looked down at my bike to make sure it wasn't screwed up, then i looked back at him with crazy eyes and a outraged/slightly confused look on my face and gave him a little wave and kept riding.
i made it to the grocery store without further incident. and then i bought a gallon of milk and some other stuff. i bet you're curious as to how i got that gallon of milk home on a bike, huh.
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No more close calls like that...I cannot afford more grey hairs!
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