walking...

So here in England my main mode of transportation is my feet. sometimes it is in Joshes car but mostly it is my feet. and i dont mind. sometimes it is a little wet and that is no fun but usually i just tuck the bottom of my jeans into my socks, a trick a friend showed me, and i am fine.

Well. On the night of October 15 2008 at approximately 937 i was walking home from church and it had been raining. there were puddles on the road. mostly next to the side walk. i was walking. cars were driving. I saw one coming so i waited till it drove by and then walked past the puddle. then the next time i was not so wise.

The car came. I walked. it hit the water at about 30 miles per hour. i was in the wrong place and the wrong time and was then covered in dirty england puddle water. head to toe. i had just showed that day and was wearing clean jeans. the only joy in this event was that i had on a winter jacket.

so then i said something i regret. (a swear) and cried all the way home. well to Evies house.

how sucky is that. i am shocked that people think that splashing people while they drive is funny. you can get a ticket for it here. for real. I saw it on the news.

but i have since recovered and dried off. I think by tomorrow i will be able to laugh about it.

Maybe.