This is from my drafts queue and while I can’t place the exact date I do know I wrote this in August of 2009. I know because it was during August I was recovering from dropping my Vespa and really fucking myself up.
Nothing says stupid like doing something that winds up injuring you and that particular day is still very fresh in my memory...
Yes, I actually went into the city with a broken leg to try and get some work. I do things like that because I am not independently wealthy although for all the effort I do know it led to naught.
The funny thing that happened that day was the idiot who almost got into a fight with me. What a douche. The guy literally walks in front of my car as I’m moving forward and I totally can’t see him because of the double parked truck and the fact that he is walking inches from the grill, so from my vantage point when he just steps out in front of the car it’s only quick reflexes that save him from getting hit.
But he was the one who had the problem with my reaction because I was freaked. He crossed against the light (which being a native New Yorker I can hardly quibble about) but still, show at least a little concern about your own body.
That whole thing wasn’t about me though because the guy had to have had a chip on his shoulder and I knew just how much of a dick he would look like to the people around when I did get out of the car in a cast. You could see he was totally frustrated but the really crazy thing is that I’m stupid enough to actually fight the guy if I have to cast and all. You can take the boy out of the Bronx but you can’t take the Bronx out of the boy.
Nothing says stupid like doing something that winds up injuring you and that particular day is still very fresh in my memory...
More discoveries from a day in the city.
More remarkable discoveries from my voyage into the city yesterday.
The city has wildly uneven sidewalks. Sidewalks that are a total peril.
Case in point, I went ass over elbows three times yesterday. I’m talking about instances where I literally went with my feet flying up in the air and I came crashing down on the concrete. I have to say, I’m sure it looked absolutely hilarious. Big guy on small wheeler chair taking phenomenal header right into the concrete. How I managed not to crack my skull open is amazing, I’ve started to get this whole thing going of twisting when I fall to protect the side I have the cast on (nowhere near as graceful as cats who I have always respected for this ability).
The first time I was going down one of those handicap cuts in the curb right by Washington Square across the street from the doctor’s office. Well, there was something of a dip in the street at the bottom of the cut where a sewer vent was and before you knew it, Flying Italian! It must’ve looked really nasty because I picked myself up and I had people on all four corners staring over at me. All I know is between the way the chair is constructed and the way I twisted I didn’t get nary a bruise (very lucky), I was just really annoyed.
Someone came over to help me and asked if I was alright but even before they had gotten within five feet from me I already had the chair back up and was plopping my fat ass back in it.
The second time I was on my way to a client meeting. Amazingly enough the phone continues to ring and this client wanted to meet with me ASAP so taking the opportunity I parked within a crosstown block and wheeled myself over (very exhausting in the heat too by the way). I got within fifteen feet of the building I was going to and again encounter another one of those uneven plates in the sidewalk.
Whoops, Flying Italian all over again.
This time a guy with a cane who had been watching me past (and who kind of looked a little like the guy on the old Forbidden Planet sign) came rushing over. Again by the time he got close I had already flipped around, set the seat right and was in the process of putting my ass back into it. He did pass me my bag though which was nice of him.
The third time was at the end of the day. I was going from the car to a muni-meter and a nice sliver of sidewalk was just missing. Sure enough the front wheel got stuck and once again... Flying Italian!
At this point aside from being frustrated, angry about all the falls (one for each stop) and thoroughly disgusted with the situation I figure I could have sold tickets and made myself some money from the whole thing or at least filmed it for Jackass or something.
Some people will fight about anything.
I was trying to pull my car into a spot, narrowly because there was a Fresh Direct truck double-parked and as I was pulling forward some guy walked right in front of the car from the blind spot in front of the truck. It was just stupid, so words were exchanged (my own stupidity) and the guy was like, “Get out of your car.”
Now, I will never ever have the opportunity to do this again so I said, “Sure!” and I got out of the car getting my crutches out of the back. I loved it! The guy was, “Your on crutches!”
“C’mon! Don’t let that stop you idiot.”
(really like I’m not the idiot for this but I’m sorry I couldn’t resist)
Anyway, the guy walked away muttering, it’s just one of those too funny moments in the city.
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Yes, I actually went into the city with a broken leg to try and get some work. I do things like that because I am not independently wealthy although for all the effort I do know it led to naught.
The funny thing that happened that day was the idiot who almost got into a fight with me. What a douche. The guy literally walks in front of my car as I’m moving forward and I totally can’t see him because of the double parked truck and the fact that he is walking inches from the grill, so from my vantage point when he just steps out in front of the car it’s only quick reflexes that save him from getting hit.
But he was the one who had the problem with my reaction because I was freaked. He crossed against the light (which being a native New Yorker I can hardly quibble about) but still, show at least a little concern about your own body.
That whole thing wasn’t about me though because the guy had to have had a chip on his shoulder and I knew just how much of a dick he would look like to the people around when I did get out of the car in a cast. You could see he was totally frustrated but the really crazy thing is that I’m stupid enough to actually fight the guy if I have to cast and all. You can take the boy out of the Bronx but you can’t take the Bronx out of the boy.
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