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raybearI was supposed to go see "Pirates of the Carribbean" this evening with Roberto, but he got sick and went home. And apparently is really sick, not just I-can't-be-at-work sick.
I think I might go to a movie anyway. Though I'm having dog parent guilt, so maybe I should stay home. I would say "or just sleep all night" but I know I'm just under the influence of my sugar crash. By the time I ride the train home I'll be somewhat perky again.
Oh, and the main reason I'm even writing an entry is because I nearly got killed while walking to Tower to pick up the Windy City Times with Burlesque photos. I was walking in front of a parking garage entrance, which as been the location of several stand-offs between cars trying to ease out onto Wabash. But for the first time ever, I witnessed someone pulling into the garage from off the street. They turned quickly into a nearly empty sidewalk -- I saw nearly because I was the only person there, with a 12 foot gap between me and anyone else. They literally had to slam the brakes and possibly left skid marks. It stopped about six feet from my legs. I froze. People around me not in the path of the car froze. Several people not nearby turned around. It's like the world stopped completely for 0.8 seconds. I resumed walking. As I passed into safety, I heard the whirr of the automatic window and a voice say "sorry".
I held up my hand as if I was waving it off, though I was actually making an obscene gesture while doing so, then kept walking without actually looking at their face, since I knew I'd probably get angry and yell or have an aneurysm. It just didn't seem worth it.
I think I might go to a movie anyway. Though I'm having dog parent guilt, so maybe I should stay home. I would say "or just sleep all night" but I know I'm just under the influence of my sugar crash. By the time I ride the train home I'll be somewhat perky again.
Oh, and the main reason I'm even writing an entry is because I nearly got killed while walking to Tower to pick up the Windy City Times with Burlesque photos. I was walking in front of a parking garage entrance, which as been the location of several stand-offs between cars trying to ease out onto Wabash. But for the first time ever, I witnessed someone pulling into the garage from off the street. They turned quickly into a nearly empty sidewalk -- I saw nearly because I was the only person there, with a 12 foot gap between me and anyone else. They literally had to slam the brakes and possibly left skid marks. It stopped about six feet from my legs. I froze. People around me not in the path of the car froze. Several people not nearby turned around. It's like the world stopped completely for 0.8 seconds. I resumed walking. As I passed into safety, I heard the whirr of the automatic window and a voice say "sorry".
I held up my hand as if I was waving it off, though I was actually making an obscene gesture while doing so, then kept walking without actually looking at their face, since I knew I'd probably get angry and yell or have an aneurysm. It just didn't seem worth it.
