Tonight, I was almost hit by a bus.

Yes, it’s true. Yes, it was because of the weather.

No, I wasn’t in my car. No, it wasn’t due to slippery roads.

I was crossing the street. Why did I cross the street? No, this isn’t the beginning of a chicken joke. It is kinda funny, in a way (probably not to most people).

There was so much snow in my driveway the car couldn’t make it in, so I was walking over from the freshly plowed firehouse lot across the street. I had stuff on my mind and although I was careful to glance to my right to see how close the next car was, I got too close to the road before I looked the other way (in the lane closest to me).

I heard *toot* *toot*, paused for a second and *ZOOM* next thing I knew there was a city bus whizzing by three feet in front of me. No, I’m not exaggerating. I wish I were.

No, I wasn’t scared and my life didn’t flash before my eyes. My only thought was, “Oh gee, where did that come from?”

And that, Kids, is why you should always look both ways BEFORE crossing the street.

Now that I think about it though, this wasn’t my first close encounter with a bus.

A few years ago, I was walking and talking with my best friend. I was in the middle of telling a good story when he grabbed the back of my shirt and yanked. Once again there we go with the *zoom*-bus-way to close-not paying attention.

Guess I should probably work on that…