I got hit by a car and forgot about it, and my memory loss had nothing to do with my head injury

On Easter 2001, I was leaving Boston Market with a meal for six when I was hit by a car that was speeding around the building and into the parking lot. I was thrown over the hood of the vehicle, spilling my food all over the jerk’s windshield and knocking me to the pavement. The accident resulted in a massive Charlie horse on my left leg where the car had initially struck me, a scraped elbow and knee, and a bump on the head, but it wasn’t enough to call the police.

I made the guy replace my food and throw in a couple of pies, and we even called it.

I had forgotten about that accident until a few days ago when a trip to the same Boston Market reminded me of the incident.

I mentioned it to a friend, who said, “For some people, being hit by a car in a parking lot would be the closest that they had ever come to death. For you, it’s almost forgettable.”

I had never thought of it this way, but I guess he was right.