...THEN I GOT HIS BY A BUS!...

Except it wasn't a metaphor for surprise... I literally got hit by a bus!!!

We were heading back from the walk-in for Craig's back...

I've posted the pictures, (my poor dirty jacket), but as people know in Toronto, those TTC drivers are insane sometimes... the GREAT ones are a dime a dozen.

We get off the subway, Craig is still wincing...

I INSISTED Craig get on the awaiting bus bus while I ran by the store to grab something...

I ran out, assuming this was the same bus, with Craig on it...

That one had left, this was the last one for sometime...
I stood in front of the door on the road and knocked...
I THOUGHT he would open the door.
He started driving...
I started running (in pace with ease) next to the bus on the road...
The driver, looks at me and starts to speed it up, I keep running...
Until my sleeve caught the window trimming... and my hand slammed into it.
OUCH!!!!
The bus driver didn't even stop to see if I was okay....
So he's having a SERIOUS complaint filed....

I caught his bus number and route... thank you "Mr. 7879" driving the 47B bus around 1:30 this afternoon, Northbound from Bloor.

You've got some real growing up to do, man. RIGHT HERE. *points down*