Tackled
I was on the way to drop off husbandido at work and in typical fashion was kind of autopiloting the whole deal. Turn here. Turn there, etc, ad infineum. Things sort of have a way of passing me by that sort of make it into my consciousness, and today was just one of those days.
As a pedestrian, I can probably cross the street safely even though non-pedestrians will try to hold me back from darting into traffic, and god bless you people. You make me laugh. But as I was driving to work, I saw some folks doing just that, running across the street, and you have to do that here in SF, especially during rush hour, and now was the time.
The only problem was that I knew that at this particular intersection there is a fence across the median strip. A fence fence. One with little spikey things on top. It's probably just decoration, as wrought iron is a fancy schmancy thing, but as conspiracy theories may go, it's probably to avoid pedestrians, evil-doers, and the like (not that pedestrians and evil-doers are the same, necessarily) from, well, doing what they do.
So the group of people run, and I notice that they're running sort of fast. I'm at a red light, recalling the fence and watching three people who are dressed alike and I say gardeners? schoolmates? oh wait! security guards! running after someone who is not dressed like them. Cool. Even cooler is that the guy that they were chasing could not leap the fence. He sort of hangs onto it, then is tackled to the ground. He's holding onto the fence, and these winded, old, and tired looking security guards are swarming over him. He looks bewildered and has that "oh shit that fence! when did that fence get there!" look on his face.
I saw all of this as I drove by. Slowly. Fresh.
So that's how my Monday started. Tackled. I'm having a busy day myself, but so glad that it didn't go out like that ;-) Or start, more like.
Peas.