We went for a walk today around San Antonio. We were waiting to cross a street, patiently standing on the sidewalk corner, waiting for the light to change after we hit the little pedestrian button.

The light changed, the little orange hand turned into a little white walky dude, and I stepped off the curb.

Then POW! This giant city bus speeds through his now red light, right in front of my face. Boyfriend dove in front of the bus, tackling me and shoving me out of the way, just in time. The bus driver swerved (so Boyfriend wasn't hurt, either), and one of the people across the street screamed and babies were crying and a little old lady fainted and everyone cheered. (About me and Boyfriend not being roadkill, not the old lady fainting.) The bus ran up on the side walk, and hit a fire hydrant, and water shot ten thousandteen feet in the air. And then the bus exploded. (But no one by the driver was hurt, cause the shooty uppy water put the fire out.)

Ok, not really.

What really happened starts out the same. The light turned red, my 'Don't Walk' hand turned into a 'Please, please walk across now, it's ok' white dude. So I stepped off the sidewalk. Luckily, Boyfriend was paying attention, and since we were holding hands, pulled me back before I could take a second step. The bus really was so close that it made me ponytail smack me in the face and weird street dust and pebbles swirl in the air around me. So thank you, Darling, for saving my life. I owe you one.

Although, on the walk back to Starbucks (where D and G and Ogre the Van were) we discussed how it totally would've been the bus drivers fault, since I had the right of way, and if I just stuck a leg out instead, we could have made bank. Oh, well.