Don’t run in clogs
Yesterday, like every workday, I had to get across Johnson Street during rush hour to get to University Avenue to catch my bus home.
I had to speed up a bit to avoid some yahoo with nothing better to do than run down pedestrians while turning right on red. I shouldn’t try to run in clogs, yahoos notwithstanding—I got one of those twinges in my ankle that says “Landed wrong, hon; try again.”
Which would have been fine, except that I’m still getting the same twinge today when I walk. And it hurts.
Wish I could voodoo the twinge into the ankle of the right-turning yahoo.