My Lucky Day

 

Funny, the things you think of at times like this.

Too many drinks at happy hour, so I thought I’d walk home and not drive.  I think it was a combination of my mental state and the fact that I never heard the electric car coming up behind me until it was too late.

Laying on my back in the snow, I should have felt cold, or at least feel dented from the bumper, but I felt nothing.  All I kept thinking about was the pretzels at the bar.  Suddenly I was the crunch.  I wondered if anything was broken.  I thought about how easily those skinny pretzels sticks snapped, just like my bones might have just done.

Maybe it was the cold keeping me from feeling any pain.  Then again, it could be the number of drinks I had, I’m not sure.  Now there is some girl, in a furry parka looking down at me.  I think she’s asking if I’m alright, but she is blubbering too much.  I can’t understand anything she is saying.  I must be her first accident.   Lucky me.

Looking past her at the night sky, I can see the twinkling stars.  The girl is now on her cell phone but still crying too much for anyone at the other end to understand her.  I'll just lay here and wait.  Maybe, if my luck continues, it will start snowing.