So I’m walking to an evening class at a local college, it’s dark. There’s a bend just before the junction and as I’m walking across a car comes round way too fast. I had to step back to avoid being hit. I was wearing gloves and as it went past I hit it, no idea why, just instinct and anger.
I carry on walking and I see the driver has pulled over a bit down the road, I was expecting a “sorry are you ok” but she instead shouted “did you just hit my car?”. That set me off, shouting at her that she almost fucking ran me over. Then she says “you don’t have to use that kind of language”, the fucking nerve.
Gave up and just walked off. Wish I’d have smashed the wing mirror or keyed the car or something.
Has anyone else almost been run over and how do you deal with the anger of it?
I just straight up got hit crossing a crosswalk in Auckland, NZ. Did a full flip in the air, lost my glasses, and spider webbed most of the kid’s windshield with my head. I didn’t have to be angry. He took me back to his Mother’s to get me an ice pack, and she did all the work for me. I spent a few days picking shards of glass out of my neck, though.
Ironically, the previous week, another NZ kid rear-ended the car I had bought two hours prior, totalling it. That was the end of my car travel in New Zealand.
Is there no health care in NZ? Why didn’t you go to a doctor for the shards in your neck?
I was visiting from the states, but I was on my way to a Psychiatrist appointment to get an adderall prescription when I got hit. I just checked with her to see if I was concussed.
She said that I talked kinda funny, but it was just because I was an American.
Also, the safety glass lodged in my neck was just tiny shards and at superficial depths. The only real damage I took was a torn Dickies shirt, which is wild given the damage I did to the car. Does that mean I have an auto immune disorder?
I wonder if you got hit because you were looking the wrong way, given the kiwis drive on the opposite side to what you’re used to - the driver should have been looking, of course