I got hit by a car

No really...i really got hit by a car. I told my american-chinese friend and he said "Welcome to the united states, home of reckless driving."

Was heading out in a car to the 66th street for Korean dinner with a couple of church friends I just met at Tenth this morning. Was salivating over bibimbap and kimchi soup and talking to Arlene and Mel about .... alot of stuff. One minute we were talking the next there was a violent jerk, a crashing sound, the windscreen shattered, the airbags opened and the car started smoking.

My train of thoughts:

Shit

I think we hit something. Or got hit by something.

Everyone alive and kicking?

Get out of the car.

image of car exploding hollywood style.

Yeah.....everyone was fine except for David. His cheek was a little bruised up with scratches and he had a ringing in his ear. Ambulance came, brought him to the hospital and we stood around waiting for the police to take our statements.

Apparently, we were waiting to turn at an intersection and it was our turn. We took a left turn and this car just came right at us and smashed into us. They know they were in the wrong. They were trying to tow away the car before insurance could get to it.

So yeah, one smashed up car, alot of curious neighbours and a million cars driving past our smashed up car and honking at it (for goodness sake, thats like kicking a corpse and saying get outta my way, like that would so happen), we finally got our Korean dinner.

Hope everything is alright with the car. Heard it didn't belong to the driver.

Yeah, so that was highlight of the week. Arlene and I rode back in someone elses car completely pertrified that we were gonna crash again.