...while walking! I suppose it's my own damn fault for walking near a cab, but I had to go there.
Cab is parked in front of another cab, about 10 feet of space between them. I looked both ways (I was taught that as a small child), then stepped off the curb between them, coffee in hand. Bam! Cab in front backs straight into me. Didn't knock me down, but hard and fast enough that I had no time to move - even spilled my coffee a bit.
I walked to the driver's window and he just looked at me... then continued to back up while the cab behind him was honking away. I knocked on his window and gave him the universal symbol to roll down the window, which he does staring at me like nothing happened. I said, "If you're going to drive into me, at least say sorry!". To which he replied, "Sorry, sorry," very meekly.
I was quite proud that I didn't freak out. At least I wasn't on my bike!
Cab is parked in front of another cab, about 10 feet of space between them. I looked both ways (I was taught that as a small child), then stepped off the curb between them, coffee in hand. Bam! Cab in front backs straight into me. Didn't knock me down, but hard and fast enough that I had no time to move - even spilled my coffee a bit.
I walked to the driver's window and he just looked at me... then continued to back up while the cab behind him was honking away. I knocked on his window and gave him the universal symbol to roll down the window, which he does staring at me like nothing happened. I said, "If you're going to drive into me, at least say sorry!". To which he replied, "Sorry, sorry," very meekly.
I was quite proud that I didn't freak out. At least I wasn't on my bike!