Tom's dad ran over my left foot on Saturday night with his car. It was slightly traumatic - but damn I am resilient bc my foot didn't break and it's completely fine. I was in a bit of panic mode while it was happening. I was buckling Hazel into the car and "my" Tom and Jeanne were already in. He started to drive. This is how Tom said it went bc I think I was in too much of a Panic to remember...
"you are running over my foot!"
(in the background Tom and Jeanne are yelling to stop)
He stops.
"what?"
"YOUR ON MY FOOT. YOUR ON MY FOOT. YOUR ON MY FOOT (just keep repeating this)"
(Tom and Jeanne: "move the car, move the car!")
car moves forward as he is shifting gears... thought he was going forward. It stops. It's still on my foot.
"you are still on my foot!"
He finally reverses and is off.
I turn around and I see the guy next to us looking in horror.
I've stubbed my toe and it hurt more than this. amazing.
It's the highlight of my weekend.
