Funny Thing My Dad Said #1

Dad: Holy kadoodle, that’s my daughter! SHE IS ONE HUNGRY WOMAN!

Leah: I’m just bein’ ma-self!

Dad: NO! DON’T BE YOURSELF!

Things I Learned

Okay, so I know I don’t usually do serious posts (I haven’t done one since November 24!), but I really wanna write this one.

Because I’m graduating high school this year, I’ve decided to blow about things I’ve learned in the past four years. So here we go.

1. You’ll get a lot more of what you want if you just grow a pair and go for it yourself, instead of waiting for it to come to you.

When I learned this: Grade 12

How I learned this: This is going to sound silly, but through all the drama surrounding prom. A friend and I had plans to go together since the sixth grade, but due to rumours and such, he thought I already had a date. As a result, a bunch of this girls’ friends told him to ask her. Although he later told me that he wasn’t intending on asking her anyway, I heard about this through the grapevine and marched right up to him, demanding an explanation.

He asked me to prom.

Even though we didn’t go together, I still got what I wanted. The girl that everyone thought he was gonna ask was mad because she wanted a date and she was waiting for him to ask her, but like… waiting for things you really want could backfire. If you want something that bad, go out there and get it yourself. It’s really not as difficult as people make it out to be.

Connecting this lesson to other things that’ve helped me learn it – I work hard at my job, and I am rewarded accordingly. If I really want a good grade on an assignment, I will do the best job I can possibly do, especially if it’s a group assignment where no one ever contributes to the job. You can’t just expect other people to give you what you want. You really have to take control to succeed and be happy with your achievements. I believe, anyway. No one really gets anywhere by riding the coattails.

2. No matter what other people say, there really ARE people you’re better than, and there’s nothing wrong with thinking that.

When I learned this: Grade 11 – Grade 12

How I learned this: I actually stopped being friends with this girl and all of her friends because they continuously made Hitler/holocaust jokes and prank-called Kids Help Phone. As someone who knows someone whose life has been saved by KHP, I really don’t take well to that. At all.

One of these girls also tried to get my boyfriend to break up with me by spreading rumours about me being ‘fake’ and ‘bitchy’ to everyone at school. Grow up. Everyone’s fake and bitchy sometimes.

Legitimately, I have NO trouble admitting that I feel superior to these people. It’s kind of nice though, because if I ever feel bad about myself, I just think about these people and how I’m better than them and feel a bit better about myself. That’s probably not a very nice thing to say, but that’s alright.

3. Dying your hair when you’re young is a HUGE mistake.

When I learned this: ALL THROUGH HIGH SCHOOL

How I learned this: Seriously, once you start, you can’t stop. You’re constantly touching up roots and changing it and it’s just… ugh. Don’t do it, if you can. Like, if you have ANY doubts whatsoever, don’t dye your hair. I love changing my hair colour, but my hair is SO damaged as a result. Temporary hair dye is BOMB though, and I am so down. (Right now my hair’s blonde, and although I feel prettier with darker hair and want to change it back, I’m resisting because of all the damage!)

4. ‘If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad’

When I learned this: Grade 10

How I learned this: I know these are the lyrics to a Sheryl Crow song and I have a button that says this on my backpack, but it couldn’t be more true. For those of you that know me, you probably know that I’m hopelessly addicted to Nancy Drew computer games. I’ve been playing them since I was pretty young and I have every single one. Now, this is kind of embarrassing and, I admit, I’m still kind of embarrassed by it, even though I’m a lot more open about it than I used to be. When we were in the tenth grade, my only friend and I went to the mall. A new Nancy Drew game had recently come out and, although I was comfortable admitting to her that I wanted it, I was too shy to actually go in and buy it myself. Well, she basically dragged me into EB Games and demanded that I get it. I don’t think I’ll ever forget how she told me that I shouldn’t be embarrassed about what makes me happy, no matter what it is, because what matters is that I’m happy. This is why my only friend and I are friends. I mean, she may steal all my Salsa Con Queso, but she says stuff like this and teaches me valuable life lessons.

5. It’s okay to be indecisive, and you don’t have to make up your mind. Ever.

When I learned this: Grade 9 + Grade 12

How I learned this: I learned this to a certain degree in the ninth grade, when I met my MySpace friend (because note how we totally met on MySpace – and he’s still one of my best friends!). We hung out a lot and would talk about pretty much everything (we still do this now!). In the ninth grade, the thing that was probably the most on my mind was religion. I’m really active in my church community, and my family and I have been attending church since I was little. However, I was beginning to have doubts because I didn’t think I wanted to be associated with a God that didn’t support me and my beliefs and my lifestyle. That sounds silly, but my thinking was that if God couldn’t suck it up and accept that sometimes I like to mess around and make mistakes, then he’s really not someone I want in my life. That was my thinking. Through our talks, MySpace helped me discover that it’s okay to be unsure about these things and it’s okay to change your mind. As long as you’re doing what you think is right, nothing else really matters. I change my mind when it comes to religion pretty much every five minutes, and in the twelfth  grade (with the encouragement of the Love of my Life), I began to change my mind constantly about other things. You don’t have to make up your mind. Ever. That’s why I don’t think it’s acceptable to label yourself as anything, like Straight Edge or Straight or whatever. Because you change and your opinions change and the world is just constantly changing. Life the L.o.m.L. once told me, you’re only creating walls for yourself.

6. Love exists, and, sometimes, it sucks.

When I learned this: Grade 11

How I learned this: Speaking of the L.o.m.L. …

Before I met him, I just didn’t believe in love at all – it’s hard to believe in it when everyone’s getting a divorce or breaking up or whatever. I also didn’t believe the humans are naturally monogamous. I still don’t believe that humans are naturally monogamous. Although I’d been in relationships before him, I hadn’t loved any of my past boyfriends. Heck, I didn’t even LIKE some of my past boyfriends. At all.

I had also built some pretty high walls to protect myself from getting hurt. That’s totally cliché, but it’s true. I’m not gonna go into the reasons why, but I was terrified of intimacy and terrified of passion and my fear of commitment still lingers. Somehow though, he was totally alright with that, and it blows my mind how someone can possibly be as patient and understanding as he’s been. I don’t think you can immediately fall in love with someone, but I fell madly in love with him and, after all this time, I still am. SEE THAT, L.o.m.L.? I LOVE YOU, AND NOW THE WHOLE INTERNET CAN SEE.

What I mean when I say that love can suck is that as soon as you realize how much you like someone, it’s like… it opens a bunch of new doors to reasons to argue with them. I don’t know how this works, but fighting can just happen a lot. Obviously, it’s how you deal with the problems that matters, but fights with someone you love are the worst, because you just stay up all night and wonder what happened and how it could have been prevented.

7.

When I learned this: Grade 10

How I learned this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvXgFLV2gOk.

8. Unless it’s money, you don’t owe anyone anything.

When I learned this: Grade 11

How I learned this: People STILL owe me money for the prom limos. GET ON THAT. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO MAUL YOU PEOPLE AT PROM TO GET THIS MONEY.

People always say stuff like, ‘oh, I owe so-and-so one’, or ‘I’m indebted to so-and-so’. No. That’s not true. You don’t owe anyone a single thing because, the second you start doing that, you’re not living for yourself anymore.

Do things for other people because you WANT to, not because you HAVE to.

If you don’t want to do something for/with someone and do it anyway, they’ll know. And if it’s a project you’ve taken on or something, you’re not gonna put all your effort into it because you don’t wanna be there. I know this because I’ve done this, and I’ve just felt bad afterward.

WELL, FOR THE TIME BEING, I CAN ONLY THINK OF 8 THINGS. But this entry’s long enough.
It makes me sounds a lot more rude than I am though.

THAT’S FINE.

THAT’S ALL.

BUHBYE.

Here’s a

FUNNY STORY! Two summers ago (definitely not last summer because it literally rained EVER SINGLE FLIPPING DAY), my only friend, another one of my friends (let’s call her MARCIE), and I had a sleepover at my house. Because we always have sleepovers at my house. Because, let’s be honest here, I live for sleepovers at my house.

ANYWAY, we had a sleepover and, just like at any good sleepover, we woke up in the morning. Well, we woke up around noon, so I guess it wasn’t really the morning, BUT THAT’S OKAY. We had nothing to do though, except eat. So we ate. Then, we were left with ABSOLUTELY nothing to do.

So we, being the amazingly creative we were and still are,  decided that it would be a fun idea to walk to the nearest Price Chopper. Not like we needed anything from Price Chopper, but we were just looking for something to do.

Now, the nearest Price Chopper is not so near to my house. I’ll Mapquest it to see how many kilometres it is. One second.

Just over four kilometres.

GGREEAATTT.

Now, I’m not usually fazed by walking. I mean, I’m pretty lazy, but I enjoy going for a nice long walk every once in a while, especially if I have some friends there with me. So the three of us left my house, excited to be alive, and excited to get to Price Chopper.

And we got about 10 metres before we realized that it was the hottest day of the year.

Legitimately. It was actually the hottest day of the year. Apparently the Weather Network had like, warnings and everything. BUT WE DINT SEE NO WARNINS AND, EVEN IF WE DID, WE DUN OBEY NO WARNINS!

So we walked.

And walked.

And walked.

And, I swear to gosh, we all almost passed out from the extreme heat and humidity.

Now, right near the Price Chopper, there’s a water park – it’s right before the street you have to cross to get into the PC plaza.

NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I BEEN SO HAPPY TO SEE A WATER PARK. Despite our being exhausted, we SPRINTED into that water park, knocking multiple children over who carelessly stood in our path (really, parents should be more careful!).

Once we were drenched, we eagerly crossed the street, went to Price Chopper, and bought some cool beverages. And then, once we finished our cool beverages, we bought some more cool beverages because we were still thirsty.

In the PC plaza, there is also a Shoppers Drug Mart. So, like any normal teenage girls (although sometimes I wonder if my only friend is really a girl!… just kidding, only friend), we decided to pop into Shoppers.

So we popped into Shoppers.

And found some nice comfy chairs near the pharmacy to sit on.

So there we were, reading pamphlets about birth control and drug abuse when, all of a sudden, we hear some music.

MARIACHI MUSIC.

It started out quietly. Usually, Shoppers Drug Mart has some nice radio station playing, but not today. They had Mariachi music playing.

Okay, something different. Great, I’m all for change.

Then, all of a sudden, the music started to get louder and louder.

I mean, all three of us tried to ignore it, and didn’t want to bring up the fact that it was getting louder because we might come off as crazy people.

But the music continued to get louder and louder until it go to the point where it seemed like there was a Mariachi band playing right in our ears or something.

That’s when we all looked to our left and, coming out of an office door right next to us, was a Mariachi band.

I kid you not, there was a full Mariachi band playing while walking around in a Shoppers Drug Mart on the hottest day of 2008.

I legitimately thought it was a mirage at first.

WHAT WAS A MARIACHI BAND DOING THERE?

Okay, SO I KNOW

I HAVEN’T BLOGGED IN FOREVER, but it’s because exams are going on and summatives have been due and I’ve been super stressed.

But really, I’m always super stressed. I mean, let’s not sugarcoat it here.

SPEAKING OF SUGAR, I have the BEST raspberries at my house. They’re frozen, but they’re in a light syrup. I’ve pretty much eaten the entire container in less than a day. Now I feel kind of sick. BUT IT’S OKAY BECAUSE THEY WERE POSITIVELY DELICIOUS.

I digress.

I felt the need to quickly blog (even though I DO have an exam tomorrow morning and I should probably be getting ready for bed!) about something HILARIOUS that literally just happened no more than an hour ago.

So, as a lot of people know, I’m in charge of organizing two limos for prom and I’m also helping out with our after-prom camping plans. After dinner, I was talking to my parents about these two things, when all of a sudden, my mother interrupted me.

Mom: WHAT TIME IS YOUR EXAM TOMORROW?

Leah: Uhh… so, camping…?

Mom: (Louder) WHAT TIME IS YOUR EXAM TOMORROW?!

Leah: It’s in the morning. It’s at 9. Why?

Mom: GOOD. Your father and I can romp.

Romp? I have NEVER IN MY LIFE heard that term before. What the heck is a ROMP?

Leah: Uhhhhhhh… what is ‘romp’?

Mom: WE CAN WALK AROUND NAKED.

… well, that’s my family for you.

Not like walking around naked is anything unusual in my house.

I know I haven’t

been updating a lot, but (like always) I’ve been really busy with school lately and, to be honest, I can’t really think of anything exciting to write about.

Thus, this will be a short entry, just to let everyone know that I am still live.

And well.

Alive and well.

I am still alive and well.

ANYWAY.

My only friend used to come to my house every single day after school and leave before my parents got home. It’s not that her and my parents don’t get along – it’s just that she has a life outside of me. As she should.

But one day, she didn’t come over because she had too much homework or something along those lines.

I was okay with this. Because, following her example, I have a live outside of her. As I should.

So there I am, on my computer upstairs, when my parents come home from work. Sometimes they carpool. It’s kind of cute. Anyway, they come home from work and head into the kitchen to check the phone messages, seeing as I never answer the phone. I hear them in the kitchen, talking to each other. All of a sudden, their voices lower and I know they’re talking about me.

I’m kind of used to it though, seeing as my parents talk about how they think I’m a lesbian/drug addict behind my back.

BUT THAT’S FINE.

So I get called downstairs for dinner about fifteen minutes later and we all happily sit down at the table. As we begin to serve ourselves, my father turns to me and asks:

Father: Are you and your only friend in a fight?

Me: Uhhh… no? What made you ask that?

Father: Well, she didn’t come over today.

Me: How did you know that?

Father: There are no dishes in the sink! NO FOOD’S BEEN TAKEN!

And that is when I came to the realization that my only friend just uses me for my house’s overabundance of Tostitos Salsa Con Queso.

In Europe,

carbonated – or sparkling, whatever the heck you want to call it – is super popular. I don’t know why, because it’s really, really gross, but it is.

My mom happens to be a huge fan.

(My mom WOULD be a huge fan.)

Anyway, one time we stopped at this gas station to fill up our rental car, which looked like a cut up jellybean and only had one available radio station that just played ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ by Shakira and ‘Crazy’ by Gnarls Barkley.

… but I digress.

We stopped at a gas station off the Autobahn to fill up on gas and pick some some Turkey Dinner-flavoured chips (which are surprisingly really, REALLY good!). However, my sister, mother and I didn’t want to go into the gas station, so we made my father go for us.

While we were waiting in the jellybean,  my mom pulled out two 2L bottles of water – one regular and one carbonated. Because we were all family, we just drank out of the bottles and saved ourselves the expense of plastic cups. So anyway, my mom handed me the regular bottle and have a drink. She then turned to my sister, tried to give her the bottle of carbonated water and said:

Mom: Try it, it’s good!

Sister: No, I’ve had it before and it’s disgusting.

Mom: TRY IT!

Since my mom was getting angry (and you wouldn’t like my mother when she’s angry!), my sister took the bottle from her and proceeded to take a small sip.

Needless to say, she thought it was disgusting.

Sister: That’s gross.

And my mom, in the most angry voice I have ever heard her use:

Mom: SHUT UP! IT’S NICE! I LIKE IT!

… and she was being completely serious.

My sister and I were silent for a second. We slowly turned toward one another… and burst out laughing.

It’s now an ongoing joke in my family, and that was about three(?) years ago. Whenever someone says they don’t like something, we all go:

SHUT UP!

IT’S NICE!

I LIKE IT!

(In our angriest voices possible.)

Here I am,

writing about work again. To make things even better, this story involves the store’s washrooms. And this is NOT the first time I have written about the washrooms.

(This story has to be quick, as I have RIDICULOUS amounts of homework to do!)

One Saturday, there were a bunch of us sitting in the staff room, having our break. Now, I know we’re all supposed to go on our breaks at different times to have maximum coverage on the floor, but this never seems to work out for us. So we’re all just sitting there eating peanut butter sandwiches and talking and having a good time.

Obviously. Because you know, if there’s peanut butter involved, it’s guaranteed to be a good time.

BUT ANYWAYS, we were all sitting in the back, hanging out, when all of a sudden, this cute boy that worked with us at the time barges into the staff room and screams:

Boy: I’M ON BATHROOM DUTY AND THE TOILET IN THE MEN’S ROOM IS MAKING FUNNY NOISES!

We all just sat there in silence.

The boy got the key to the cleaning closet to retrieve the toilet plunger.

To be completely honest, we all forgot about him and just went back to eating our peanut sandwiches. This time, however, there was no talking.

Twenty minutes later (what the heck were we all doing in the staff room for so long?!), the boy throws the door open and screams angrily, WORD FOR WORD:

Boy: SOME MOFO SHOVED A NARUTO COMIC AND A HOME LIVING MAGAZINE INTO THE BACK OF THE TOILET!

The poor guy had to get tongs from Dollarama to fish out the merchandise and throw it out. It was the most depressing (and most hilarious) moment of my life.

Well, not really. But it was pretty funny.

There’s a tradition in

my town that all the grade eights go to Quebec every year to… practice the little French they’ve learned? I don’t even know why they bother to go to Quebec. But the tradition is there. And every year, eighth grade students go and have an awful time and then they come back to Ontario, swearing they will never return to the province that the Canadian government is ashamed of.

But I digress.

When I was in grade eight, I went on this trip.

The thing about Quebec City is that it’s actually a nice place. I don’t think I’d go back for a vacation, mind you, but it’s nice. Everyone should go at least once. The Quebecois are très bien. (SEE? I speak Spanish better than I speak French, I swear.)

But yeah.

Now, being in grade eight, a lot of the guy had yet to mature. Mention the word ‘vagina’ and there would be jokes being made for the next 352537 hours. … even though vaginas are kind of funny.
By the way, type ‘vaginas’ into Word. The red squiggle comes up, telling you that you’ve spelled something wrong. I would just like to address the fact that this does not happen with the word ‘penises’.

I DIGRESS ONCE MORE.

Some guys though, had actually begun to mature and begin looking for relationships. At the time, I didn’t even care about relationships. Heck, every time a boy tried to kiss me, I made up a lie about having a cold sore and ran away. I would just like to point out that never in my life have I had a cold sore.

There was one boy who was particularly fond of me, and had been since the sixth grade. He was – still is – very nice, but… not for me, thankyouverymuch.

Anyway, in grade eight, I didn’t have any friends. Actually. I was that girl that everyone hated. But actually, I pretty much only had three friends, and they were all guys. So this guy that liked me would approach them with questions about me and how to get me to like him back.

One time in Quebec, the four guys were in a store, when the boy who liked me approached my three friends, asking me which necklace they thought I would like best. One of my friends, S, told him to get me the most expensive one in the store.

So he did.

He approached me later that day in my hotel room, and handed me the necklace, professing his undying love and admiration for me. I thanked him but reminded him, once again, that the feeling was not mutual and never would be.

The necklace, however, was very nice. So I put it around my neck and wore it for the rest of the trip. I realize how that this was probably not the best thing to do, as if probably gave him unrealistic thoughts about my feelings towards him. I feel kinda bad about it now, to be completely honest.

Now, on this Quebec trip, all the grade eights go on a night boat cruise thing and have a dance. It’s actually nice, because you get to dance on a boat outside. Except, this being grade eight, everyone was too nervous to slow dance with anyone. On top of things, it seemed like all the ‘couples’ that went on the trip broke up on that boat, so half of the grade was below deck, crying and/or consoling their friends.

I, on the other hand, have never been one to be afraid to dance. ESPECIALLY when it is on a boat. So I grabbed my friend S and made him dance with me. Obviously, it was a slow song, as grade eights only dance to slow songs. So we had a nice chat while we moved back and forth and it was lovely. As soon as the dance was over, we went our separate ways.

I later found out that the boy who liked me pulled S aside immediately after I walked away and told him to ‘STOP TRYING TO STEAL HIS WOMAN’.

True story. But it gets better.

Last summer, when my sister came home from university, I saw that she had gotten a little chubbier. Always fun. As I was admiring her rolls, I looked up at her chins and her neck and saw that she was wearing the necklace that that boy had given to me.

I pointed it out.

Leah: Hey, that’s mine!

Sister: NO IT’S NOT.

Leah: Yes it is! ______ gave it to me in grade eight and professed his undying love for me!

Sister: NO, I BOUGHT IT!

She then proceeded to attack me.

But she didn’t actually.

I let her keep the necklace. It’s just better that way.

I know a lot

of my posts are about work, but that’s because so many funny things happen there. So here we go – another post about life at a bookstore.

Around Christmastime, the store is always really busy with customers getting gifts and stuff like that. To make people happy, we used to have an employee going around giving out candy canes to shoppers and it was always a good time.

Now, to fully understand this story, you’re going to have be aware that the Kids section is RIGHT next to the washrooms. To avoid accidents, I guess. But yeah. Also right near this section used to be the ‘Community & Culture’ section, until we moved it.

So there I was, walking around the store, seeing if there was anyone I could help, when the girl working in the Kids section comes up to me and tells me to look at Community & Culture. Sure enough, I look over and there is a teenage couple intensely making out against the bookshelves. Like, making out to the point where we thought clothing was going to start being ripped off using teeth. It was terrifying.

But anyway, as the girl from Kids and I just stood there staring, more employees caught on to what was going on and stopped to stare with us. By the time the couple realized they were being watched, there were at least seven or eight of us standing there, as well as a few customers who nervously tried to collect their books and get away from the moaning noises.

As soon as they stopped and looked over at us, we dispersed and tried to calmly resume our work. However, a couple of moments later, the girl from Kids had called us all back to where we were standing previously.

The couple was no longer there.

Because they had retreated to the men’s washroom.

The washrooms in the store are in a little hallway with a water fountain and a payphone. So there we were, all standing at the entrance of the hallway, wondering what we should do.

It was at this point when two of our male employees barged through our mob into the bathroom.

They actually went in really quietly. Apparently, the two went into a stall together and just stood there, wondering what to do next. Then, they heard the girl say:

Hey. I think there’s somebody else in here.

Sure enough, the two male employees booked it out of the washroom and rejoined our mob.

After about a minute more of all of just standing there, the door to the men’s washroom opened and out came the couple, clearly pleased with themselves. As they walked down the hallway towards us, we all stood there in silence, wondering if we should say anything to them.

It was then that a female employee standing at the front of the mob held out the box of candy canes she had been giving away to costumers and asked:

… y-y-you guys want a candy cane?

The girl gave an enthusiastic ‘HELL YES!’, grabbed a candy cane, and her and her boyfriend sauntered out of the store.

Without buying anything.
The nerve of some people.

This shouldn’t be

funny, but it really is. Hence why I have decided to blog about this, because looking back on it, it’s quite possibly the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me.

Today my parents went to pick up my sister from university, as it’s now her summer break. Great. Four months with the most annoying person I know. Lucky me.

But that’s beside the point.

While they were gone, I made it my goal to go out and look for prom shoes. I knew exactly what I was looking for and where I was going to look, so I set out for Burlington, the town next to where I live.

The store I was going to is on Brant Street. For those of you that don’t know this, Brant Street is easily the WORST street EVER to drive on. It’s full of crazy people that talk on the phone and drive perpendicular to traffic and ignore all the stop signs and do U-Turns in the middle of the street, even though it’s the main road downtown.

It’s usually really busy too, so the town had these crosswalk lights set up for pedestrians to cross the street safely. I like these because they make me feel safe. Or, at least, they used to. I’m not so sure anymore.

THE REASON FOR THIS:

I parked my car in one of the parallel parking spots and paid the parking meter. (I wasn’t sure if you pay on Sundays or not, so I put two quarters in, just to be safe.) The thing is though, the store I wanted to go to was on the other side of the street, so I had to find one of those crosswalk things, as it was really bustling.

It was also raining a little bit, and you know that whenever it starts to rain even a BIT, drivers just go crazy.

So I pressed the cross button and was calmly waiting on the sidewalk for the ‘walk’ signal to come on, so I could cross the street without getting killed. Just then, however, the slight gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew my skirt up a little bit. I didn’t flash anyone, but I definitely revealed enough leg for the moment to be quite provocative.

Just at that moment, a man driving the speed limit (60) looked over at me, and I guess he saw the whole thing. So what does he do?

He just goes ahead and slams his breaks, trying to make it so that I can cross, even though the ‘walk’ signal hadn’t turned on. The thing is, though, he slammed his breaks so hard that he just skidded over the wet road. Although he DID manage to stop the car before the designated crossing area (very impressive), the driver behind him wasn’t so lucky. The driver right behind the one that had just skidded to a stop tried to slam HIS breaks, but just skidded into the back of the first car, causing a car accident in which the front of the back car was pretty badly damaged and the back of the front car was pretty badly damaged.

I just stood there on the sidewalk, horrified.

I had just caused a car accident with my skirt flying up.

As both drivers began to get out of their cars (thank gosh no one was hurt!) and all the traffic on Brant stopped to see if the drivers were okay, I quickly ran across the street and into the nearest Starbucks.

It had still not changed to the ‘walk’ signal.