ALMOST LATE FOR CLASS!! (in more ways than one)

I was walking my bike across the street, highly visible in my chartreuse (bright green) sweater and the bright afternoon sun.

As I was passing the front bumper of a huge dumptruck, I looked up at the grill by my face, and the 18 feet of steel above me. Just then it moved forward, crossing the crosswalk. It wasn't even his turn to go yet! I ran, or flew, out of the crosswalk and past the rest of his bumper. He didn't miss me by far. I don't think he ever even realized I had been there. But there were plenty of people around to get an eyeful.

All afternoon, a line from The (old) Red Green show has been running through my head."You almost dented my bumper! What kind of a [girl] are you that would dent a man's bumper?"