For da past couple of months, da makule boys have been getting together every oddah Sunday to play some basketball. While our minds envision moving at lighting speeds we had decades ago, realistically our bodies say oddahwise. I'd like to think I still can move but when I have to will myself to sprint, that's not a pretty sight.
Before work today, I had to drop off some mail at the airport USPS. As I was heading towards da concourse through da parking lot, I couldn't help but notice in da corner of my eye a white flash. I took a glance to my left and instinctively tried to move.... aftah noticing a car was reversing right into me! Blessed with a really pathetic vertical jump, I placed my hand on da trunk of da car and used it as a springboard trying to avoid getting run ovah as it CONTINUED to reverse!
Wassup Wit Dat!
As I walked around da corner of da car back towards da concourse, dis wahine was beginning to look up (probably cause she was looking down on her phone) - and perhaps da fact dat I slapped da car - only realizing at dat moment she almost ran me ovah. She gave a flimsy wave to say sorry and drove off - not even rolling down da window to 'say' sorry or checking if I was ok.
Maybe cause I was in my padded motorcycle jacket and still had my helmet on she thought I was Iron Man or something but I was just lucky enough to have caught da sun's reflection off da rear windshield to jump/push out of da way. More lucky dat there wasn't anoddah car coming through and running me ovah dat way too. 😯 Wat are da odds dat I would be exactly in da middle of car (couldn't see da reverse lights) at exactly da same time of a reversing car??