Earlier this afternoon I died of jaywalking.
Back when I was alive, I often joked about how my cavalier street crossing habits would be the death of me.
My joshing around and bad habit became a self-fulfilling prophecy at 5:45 p.m. this evening at 16th and Irving. I looked both ways and saw nothing but the flashing H4 bus light safely in the distance. What I missed was the minivan tearing through the intersection. It was all my fault. I was in the crosswalk, but talking to the hand and not the walking image.
The driver screeched her brakes, staring down the inevitable collision in horror.
It didn't really end this way tonight, but it certainly came close enough that my heart is still racing 3 hours later. I hope I learned my lesson: Never get hypnotized by the new safety lights on Metro Buses!