Protesters
As most of you have seen, this city has been teeming with war protesters. Here's my protest story that runs very much in the vein of what my sister always tells me, which is, "Oh honey, be careful."
The other night, I was on my way to dinner with some friends. The number of protesters marching around the city that day was in the thousands, so the cops had streets barricaded all over.
As I was crossing a street, I was watching a cop pulling up in his little Cushman-mobile with a light on top. I had my head turned trying to see what it was he was blockading us from, when all of a sudden, "BAM!" I got hit by a bike.
That damn thing must have been a Wisconsin-made Trek because it left one hell of a purple and green bruise on my thigh for a week.
Now, I'm quite a large person, how can you not see me? This guy plowed me completely over, and didn't even help me up. He just straightened up on his bike and kept peddling. Asshole.
Meanwhile, I wiped the rocks and blood off the heels of my hands trying to get out of the street before the traffic light changed. Usually it's my extraordinary klutziness (if that's not a word, it should be, just for me), but this time it was completely random. My sister's voice rang in my head, "Oh honey, be careful."
Posted by Amanda at April 07, 2003 10:29 PM
