No Good Deed Goes Unpunished... er wait, What?

So I'm tooling down 190th on my way home. As I pass by How's, I see a car stranded in the middle of the street with its flashers on and no lights. I pull up next to the cockpit and ask the girl if she wants help, she agrees.

In a change of tense, I pulled my bike into the parking lot and ran back out into the street. By this time a small line of cars had formed behind the jalopy, all wanting to turn into the lot. I quickly pushed her car across one lane, to safety along the curb of the lot entry. As the car came to rest, I walked up next to her window, leaned down and asked if all was alright. She conferred and thanked me for helping. I took one small step backward, turned around and had my knee, shin and both feet greeted by a Lexus sedan's door panels and it's 2 right sided tires. Yes, that's right folks, I was run over. I couldn't believe it either. In fact, I leaned over with my hands on both knees to check myself with the exact same question, "Did that really just happen?!"

The car stopped. I mean, who wouldn't stop when your car is in a parking lot and you run over something...or someone, right? In a loud voice, but not yelling, I asked, "Seriously? I'm helping this girl out and you ran me over?!" The driver powered down the passenger window and began giving me grief because I took a step backwards. Yes, ladies and germs, the driver blamed me. Apparently if a soul is helping another, and there is an unsafe situation in a lane of traffic, the impatient driver has the right to illegally cross a double yellow line, run over a pedestrian and belay fault of any kind. Wow. And without another word, the Lexus drove off down the lot. The girl asked if I was ok. I was, just slightly disheveled.

I mounted my bike, headed down to the end of the lot and stopped behind the Lexus. An entire family of 5 exited the vehicle. I began talking to the driver, asking him if he realized what it means to run someone over. He continued to tell me he went around me and I backed up, and he was talking over me - a real no no for those of you who know me. I raised a finger and loudly proclaimed, "If both people are talking at the same time, no one is heard." He shut up. I told him that it doesn't matter that he thinks he is right. I stopped to help someone in a dangerous situation. He needs to heed the situation, stop and wait until it is safe. He was impatient, he crossed a double yellow line and broke the law, then ran me over. Again I exclaimed, "You ran me over!" I told him he is lucky nothing seems to be broken and that he needs to slow down, be patient, and obey the law, period. He said thank you and walked away. Yes l's and g's, that's right, he never even apologized or asked if I was alright. Weeee.

I took a snapshot of his license plate and swung by the girl's car. Her friends had shown up to keep her company in wait for a tow. I asked if she would mind providing her name and phone. She kindly and swiftly offered it and she and her friends eagerly volunteered to testify in court if need be. As any of my poor subscribers who torture themselves with my scrawl already know, I am not litigious. In the event that in a few days I am burdened with unignorable pain and get checked only to find something is broken, I want to have a safety net.

Anywho, that's it. Is there a lesson to be learned here? Umm... always, no wait, never... stick a piano up your nose!

Good night, and good luck.

Ode to Diazepam

The rush of tranquility, the hints of euphoria.

How I welcome the smiles that tiptoe along the corner of my lips, oh so subtly.

Limbs bearing invisible weight, slowing down every action, resolve impenetrable. Ahhhh