I just wanted to let you know that I was hit by a car the other day. It didn't hurt and it was probably my fault but I'm still mad.
A huge group of people became impatient (as usual) in Marseille so they decided to cross the street before the little red man turned green. I followed the crowd because really, would a car keep going if there were twenty people in front of it, even if it was in a hurry? Apparently, yes.
Unfortunately, I was on the edge of the very large group of jaywalkers. I was almost across when the man in the white car got tired of waiting. Did it matter that I was still in front of his car? Probably not. I may have looked a bit too small to do any damage to the bumper.
So he went...and hit my leg...and I was mad. But I ran anyway because I was pretty sure I'd lose that battle. But next time you just watch out little white car man. If you do it again I'll...I'll...I'll be even madder!! So there!
