Yesterday, I went to the Bronx zoo to celebrate a friend's bday. It was a fun trip despite the pouring rain. There was consensus that the polar bear was the biggest hit. I guess the weather just jazzed him up and he actively played with a big pool toy in his little lagoon.
As we were walking to the zoo from the train stop, we were waiting for a crosswalk light and I felt something sharp hit me. My first though was that one of the boys behind us had thrown something at me, hard. After seeing that they were too far back, I thought perhaps a squirrel had thrown a nut down. But there weren't trees nearby. Then I thought of Forrest Gump describe something jumping up and biting him in Vietnam. I looked at my back and my shirt. There was no bullet hole or blood, but there was a raised welt forming. I thought of Kenneth the Page, "Man, that smarts."
Today, I have a red welt about a centimeter in diameter on my back above my hip. There is a bruise the size of my fist forming around it. I think that I must have been shot with a pellet gun. WTF, people!
Usually, when weird things happen to me I think that it is just because I spend a lot of time out among the people, not following a strict daily routine like people who work 9-5 jobs. So I see different things and meet different people. However, this does not fit into that category. Some kid in an apartment building shot me with a BB gun from his window. No one else got shot, just me.
Ultimately, I think that this bruise is totally worth it. For the rest of my life when people at parties reference The Bronx I will be able to say that I was shot in The Bronx. That is a hard story to top.
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