. . . and then there was the bicycle incident.

So following the apartment fiasco, I was instructed to file a police report against the young woman who stole my savings (she actually committed grand larceny and fraud). I did so at my local Bklyn PD. The experience itself was, well, odd. I waited for an officer who was dealing with 2 hookers and some other crazy, shouting man. I filed my report, and headed home to collect my things before heading off to work.

I waited for the light to change (and give me the friendly walking man signal to cross the street, and as it did, I reached into my bag to look at my phone. As I stepped off the curb, I was DECKED by a cyclist who was aiming to race through the red light before the cars started in the other direction.

The good news is that EMTs in New York are super nice. When I came to in the ambulance, I was able to convince them that I didn't need to go to the hospital, that I didn't need to file (another) report, and that I was fine to limp on home. They wrapped up my arms and legs like a mummy (you know, to prevent infection, etc). I was laughing about my "luck," and actually I was pretty lucky! No broken bones, no concussion, no real (lasting) damage! I did have some awesome bruises and actual tire marks up and down my arms and legs. . . and yet another great story to tell.

I texted my big broseph, "Just got hit by a bike. Is this a movie?"
And my brother, who usually good-naturedly laughs at my misfortunes, making me feel tons better about life in general replied, "a sad one." Boo, broseph. Come on! This is HILARIOUS!