Bizarro Land
I had been told to exercise, not walk in dark until I dropped. More precisely: do yoga.
I thought a long walk would add to my exercise and help me sleep. But, when I got to my destination, Target at The Plant, I realized my fatigue would make it impossible to walk back home.
So, I sought out the nearest bus bench where I would wait for the next one, if there was to be another (I looked but didn’t see one; it was almost 10 PM) or as last resort, call for Uber.
Surprise, upon surprise, the next bus was right in front of me.
I don’t remember how I fell and found myself splayed on the pavement, off the curb, my trekking pole just out of reach ahead of me, and the VTA #26 bus’s rear tire rolling in front of my face.
Instantly hoping my injuries weren’t as bad as the last time I fell, I stretched out and grabbed my trekking pole and then used it to bang on the side of the bus, signaling the driver to stop before running me over.
When I was finally inside the bus, the driver refused to take my payment. He must have been as upset as I was.
Now, seated as a passenger, I had time to reflect on my folly while dabbing the blood from my knee and forearm.