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My friend got hit by a car and I was within a foot of, at the very least, being hit by the mirror, myself.
All you really need to know about her well being can be conveyed by the fact that, after rolling over the top of the car and hitting the pavement, she got up, said "ow," walked over to the curb, and sat down.
Something hit me in the shin, and I think it may have been her shoe, as it did fly off.
Still: Jon was walking with us and was also almost hit (though not as nearly as I). If the two of us had been hit, Amy, our director for the Oct 11th reading of "A More Perfect Union," would be fucked. I mean, Jon is, himself, a replacement actor for a guy who couldn't make rehearsals because of a nother show, our "Bill" (one of the main characters) is in jail right now and needs replaced, and one of our chorus members never showed up to rehearsal and we only got confirmation yesterday that she's out. If Jon and I had been incapacitated... That'd be a hell of a bad-luck'd production.
All you really need to know about her well being can be conveyed by the fact that, after rolling over the top of the car and hitting the pavement, she got up, said "ow," walked over to the curb, and sat down.
Something hit me in the shin, and I think it may have been her shoe, as it did fly off.
Still: Jon was walking with us and was also almost hit (though not as nearly as I). If the two of us had been hit, Amy, our director for the Oct 11th reading of "A More Perfect Union," would be fucked. I mean, Jon is, himself, a replacement actor for a guy who couldn't make rehearsals because of a nother show, our "Bill" (one of the main characters) is in jail right now and needs replaced, and one of our chorus members never showed up to rehearsal and we only got confirmation yesterday that she's out. If Jon and I had been incapacitated... That'd be a hell of a bad-luck'd production.
