Well that was a first. I was just on my way across the street from the building I park in to the building I work in, and I got hit by a car. It was a little car though, so I'm ok. A Cavalier I think. Very similar to Jamie's green car.

Once when I was in my early teens my mom drove over the toe of my shoe as she was backing out of the garage. Then a month or so later I did it intentionally to see if it would hurt, but that's about it. This was the real thing. The "screeching brakes license plate to the side of the knee roll up on the hood of the car that hit you" type of getting hit by a car.

I was crossing the street with the Don't Walk light on, but the lane I was crossing had a red light. It didn't feel too dangerous because I had plenty of time to scoot across the street before the cars stopped at the light started to go if it did turn green. Except that one guy. I guess he was trying to hit the light right as it turned green because I was in the crosswalk, and the instant the light turned green there was a screech of brakes, a plate in my right knee and a clunking sound as my giant body sprawled across the hood of his car.

Wow you should have seen the look on that guy's face. I was far enough up on the hood that I was only about two feet from it, so I saw the OMG TERRAR!!! look on his (hey look at that I scraped my wrist too) on his face when he hit me. I waved at him in what I hoped was an "I'm not going to sue you" way, and continued on my way. Some guys yelled out of a firetruck (I'm hoping they were firemen and not strippers; not this time of the morning anyway) to see if I was ok, but I am fine.

Anyway. I wanted to get that down before it faded from my short term memory. I am currently in an odd state of shaky unbelief that I was actually hit by a car coupled with a strange (and false I know) sense of invulnerability.