Slippery Roads

Yesterday I dropped my car off at the downtown Firestone store to get a flattening tire fixed. After work I walked to Firestone to pick up the Malibu (by the way, it’s the opposite of Malibu here in SD right now) and on my walk I had a mishap. I was trucking along because it was so cold and I came upon the Duluth Ave. and 9th St. intersection. I needed to cross 9th Street and it was pretty busy at 5:05 pm. I saw an opening and figured if I trotted across the street I could make it. Well, I ended up falling flat on my ass right in the middle of the intersection. At first I just wanted to sit there for a bit, wallow in my pain and then slowly get up. Then I realized that the reason I was running across the intersection was to beat an oncoming car. The whole thing must have looked pretty comical because I was trying to get up and crawl across the intersection at the same time. It is a good thing the oncoming car noticed me a slowed down because I probably would have gotten hit. I really didn’t want to look at the driver because I knew he/she was probably laughing, maybe on the phone with a loved one sharing the bit of humor. Then I started to laugh and massage my sore butt because, really, it was quite a funny situation. Ha.