I got hit by a car today.

No, that’s not a typo. That’s exactly what I said. I stepped directly into the path of a moving automobile this afternoon while walking in front of the student center. And I lived to tell the tale.

Granted, it wasn’t any major impact. The car was moving rather slowly, so much so that I could have sworn it was beginning to brake for me–an assumption I probably shouldn’t have made in the first place. It turns out that not only was the driver not slowing down, she didn’t even see me to begin with. Hello?! The shirt I had been wearing all day was colored a shade of orange which can be described as “more than moderately loud”, closer perhaps to that hue used for roadside cones and warning signs. And yet the driver claimed she didn’t even see me. Of course, it doesn’t help that, at the time of impact, that same driver seemed to have been in a quite engaging conversation with the three people whom she was giving a ride, oblivious to her surroundings…

Anyway, though, I survived. Though my leg still smarts quite a bit from the impact (and whose wouldn’t?), nothing was fractured or broken in the course of the accident, thank whatever natural or supernatural powers need to be thanked. And, well, I can only hope that my location on the fourth floor of an elevator-less dorm won’t be too much of an inconvenience… ::sigh::