Are we Dedjet?

Here it is, Thursday. The week is almost over. It has definitely been quite a week.

But at least I am here, and I can type this.

I was walking across the street this morning, on my way to work. I stepped off the curb, into the crosswalk. There was a car on the other side of the intersection, at the stop sign. It started across the intersection and just kept going, headed right for me. I looked, saw that the passenger was looking down, and so was the driver. I JUMPED back (they were about 6-8 feet from me, and not slowing down), and THREW my car keys as hard as I could at the car window. About 20 feet up the street, she puts on the brakes, and backs up to where I was standing there, looking at her totally dumbfounded. She starts yelling at me for throwing something at her car, and I tell her that she nearly ran me over. She told me that she wouldn't have run me over, and I tell her that she very seriously nearly did! She keeps yelling at me, and then I turn, and there was this dude on a motorcycle, who had seen the whole thing and had stopped right by me. He told her, "Lady, you really almost hit her". She still didn't believe it I guess, and told me once more... "I wouldn't have hit you". I turned back to the guy on the motorcycle, touched his arm, and said "You saw it all? She nearly hit me?" He said yes, I wanted to hug him, but just said thank you.

Finally, I just looked at her.... and said "Honey? You would have hit me."

So then I walked away, but was seriously shaken up. Man alive! I guess she never looked up, never saw me, never saw that I was directly in front of her and that if I hadn't jumped back when I did, she would have mowed me down.

Of course, that was my excuse for why I was a couple of minutes late to work this morning. I think it was the best one yet.