Crossing the Street

I waited to cross the street. But cars kept coming.

An hour passed.

A cat came up next to me. It looked up at me and then walked across the street.

Cars narrowly missed the cat. One car drove over her, but she was unscathed because she happened to be in between the two front and back tires. The cat never flinched once.

The cat made it to the other side of the street and kept walking.

I took it as a sign from the universe and walked across the street. The first car hit me, sending me sailing through the air.

I landed in the back seat of a moving convertible. The driver looked back and asked me where I was heading.

I said just a block back and the other side of the street.

The driver said I was lazy.