I used to work with a trauma surgeon who would recount crazy stories from the ER. His famous quote before each and every tale was, "You can't make this shit up." Well, here is my, "you-can't-make-this-shit-up" moment of the day...
A homeless man jumped out at my car today. He was standing on the side of the road as we were driving by, and he just lunged. he had a jack nicholson "here's johnny" look on him. i swerved, and when i glanced back, he was dancing and pointing and laughing with a toothless smile. it was eery. it was scary. i shook for about two hours afterwards.
my day had started out beautifully- snow white-esque. each of my girls sang beautifully from their own beds for a while as they woke up. birds chirped and the sun shone bright! i knew it was probably too good to be true, that the day would follow in that order, but to have a near death experience with a man who obviously didn't care about his own life, let alone my or my children's lives... that was not what i expected.
i actually don't think he was trying to kill himself, by any means. i was barely going 25MPH, and he jumped out towards my passenger door, not the hood. But, was he trying to grab the door handle, or hit the car, or was he just a crazy man playing a joke?!? i have no idea. all i know is that i am still frazzled just thinking about it. and thank God that M hadn't seen him, since he was inches from her door.
sometimes, i'm not sure what my role in this cosmos is to have this kind of stuff happen to me (because i guarantee these things don't happen to most), but here i am, getting ready for bed with the image of a jacked-up "johnny" laughing at me through my rear-view window. and i swear, people, "you can't make this shit up!"
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