SUNNYVALE DOLLAR STORE;
YOUNG EARLY 20'S MODERN INDIAN WOMAN HIT ME BACKING OUT OF A PARKING SPACE IN HER SILENT ELECTRIC SEDAN. IF I'D BEEN A CHILD SHE'D HAVE RUN ME OVER. I YELLED AT HER 'YOU HIT ME.' SHE ASKED IF I WAS HURT 'MY ARM' WHERE HER TRUNK CONNECTED WITH MY BODY AND PUSHED ME. LATER MY RIGHT LEG HURT FROM CATCHING MYSELF FROM FALLING DOWN. SHE KEPT REPEATING SHE WAS SORRY AS SHE ROLLED DOWN THE PASSENGER WINDOW AND PULLED THE EAR BUDS OUT. I WARNED HER TO BE CAREFUL DRIVING A LETHAL WEAPON.
PROBABLY WON'T DO ANY GOOD, DEAD EYES.
I STOPPED AT PANDA EXPRESS AND TREATED MYSELF, CAME DIRECTLY HOME TO REST 11 A M.
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