A bad start to the day
I left the apartment this morning to head to work, filled up my coffee in the building lobby and started walking. I only work a few blocks down the road from where I live. There’s this intersection I cross every day, where Burnside meets 21st Ave. It’s a pretty big intersection and there’s always some asshole running a yellow or just missing pedestrians. So it’s pretty remarkable that I survived a complete, face-first fall in the middle of Burnside, against a light that had just turned red. When I got to the light, it was just about to turn yellow. I started jogging across the street so I wouldn’t have to stand there and wait for another cycle. But something happened, I don’t know exactly what, and I tripped, literally flying forward and landing flat out horizontal on the asphalt, face down.
I was pretty stunned so I only partially heard the sound of brakes as oncoming traffic saw me fall right between them and a fresh green light. I got up and waved to the huge dumptruck or whatever it was, what I was trying to indicate I have no idea. This girl walked over to me with this horrified look. I told her I was fine and she said, “It’s a good thing that truck stopped.” I sort of realized how close I came to being flattened and said, “Yeah, really.” I mean I really could have died, but there was really nothing I had to say. There was nothing to do. I was just dazed. So I went to work, and washed the asphalt out my hands and jeans, and carried on with the day.