12th day of christmas.

If I was religious I would say the Magi have arrived, epiphany is tomorrow, and Christmas is over. At least after I get the 12 drummers drumming out of the living room. And burn my greens and tree like the Victorians did. But I think that's frowned upon in south Bethlehem. I could be wrong. I think I better just compost them. At the end of January.

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Today's walk should have been uneventful. Just an ordinary walk in south Bethlehem like most other days. With a stop at the supermarket of course. (Did I mention I was at Giant this morning and spent $107 and still had to go to the store to make dinner. Never shop with the roomie. She's worse than a child.)

As a driver and a walker I know the walk cycles and the lights in my area.The trickiest area is the five points. Each street is unique, and the McDonald's light really messes up the groove. But it's actually the best time to cross because there usually isn't anyone there. Or maybe only one car.

In this case, I was crossing Wyandotte. I had arrived when the arrow on Broadway was on, and cars were turning the corner.  Three cars get thru on the arrow before the walk signal comes on then it turns red for the few seconds the walking man "scratches his butt". Then it turns green when the walk signal flashes the red hand.

The three cars went, the walk man comes on, I start to cross and here comes a f-ing school bus. Clearly s/he was a red light runner (I learned that in my old-fart driving class) and was actually picking up speed, instead of taking the corner slowly. I am fat and was wearing a bright blue coat. How could s/he not see me?

I wish I had my act together, instead of being startled because I had to jump backwards to avoid being hit. If I had been more aware I could have taken down the bus number and district and reported his/her ass. Even if I didn't have the walk signal, pedestrians have the right away. Don't they?

It's 1.5 hours later and I'm still boiling.