So…ummm…I sort of hit a pedestrian yesterday.
Ok, calm down. She’s fine. I’m fine. Everyone’s fine. Really, it was more like a grazing.
It happened as I was turning right on a one-way street with no traffic signal. And, yes, I know I should have looked to my right before making that turn. Normally I do. Most of the time. Probably.
So I’m making the turn, and whack…slide…thunk. Quickly I pulled over to see if she was ok. She was carrying a large bag, and I think it sustained most of the damage. She didn’t even look at me to curse obscenities in Greek! Just walked on her merry way. I would have gotten out to apologize, but I had Violet in the car, and traffic was starting to get heavier behind me. Besides, it wouldn’t surprise me if this was a fairly regular occurrence. As a pedestrian, I’m always sure to make eye contact with the driver whenever I’m crossing at intersection, especially when I’ve got kiddos with me. I wish others were as fastidious. But, as I’ve noted before, crossing the street here is a full-contact sport, and it takes some hutzpah just to make it safely to the other side.
So, I made it four months until I hit a parked car, and ten months until I hit a person. Yeeeah, I’d say I’ve acclimated to the driving climate here.