I went to cross the road; it was all clear. Until I felt a massive jolt in my lower back and fell headfirst to the floor. What on earth just happened? I looked up to see a guy on the concrete, who had fallen from a pedal bike. My friends on the pavement looked at me, mortified, as I lay face down in the middle of the road like that meme of the old lady saying "I've fallen and I can't get up".
Trying to stand, I realised I was injured. I couldn't straighten my right arm out at all, and two of my left fingers were burning hot with pain. All of these sensations hit me like a truck as I realised, it was a Deliveroo driver on the concrete in front of me.
You read that right. A Deliveroo driver. I was the girl hit by a pedal bike in freshers. What followed was an exciting trip to A&E where I had to tell about a million different people that I was hit by a pedal bike and even had some x-rays done.
In my life, we DO talk about Bruno, but we don't talk about Deliveroo.
Going home, I had a struggle of two weeks where I could barely brush my hair or eat food. But you know what? I was that girl. I was the one hit by the bike in probably the most pathetic A&E trip I've ever had (There has been many over the years for stupid accidents like this one).
Nearly three years on, I consider this to be one of my funniest freak accidents ever, and I get to use it as a 'fun fact about me' to break the ice in any social situation. Despite this though, I still see Deliveroo as my mortal enemy. In my life, we DO talk about Bruno, but we don't talk about Deliveroo.
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