It was Halloween.   I was in California.   A few of the people I work with decided to go to this haunted maze in balboa park.  (near San Diego)  Anyways, to make this short and readable, we are just about at the park, in fact it's in view, but to get to it we need to cross the street.  I was crossing the street with someone else in the front of the group and as we walked i noticed he stopped out the corner of my eye.  I looked to the right and saw this car barreling down the road at me.  It was a 15 MPH zone and when we had looked down the street before crossing it was a good ways away.   Needless to say they weren't going the proper speed limit.  Now i'm already half way across the street when I see that they havn't began to slow down yet and time just slows down.  Three options flash in my head.  A.  Get hit by the car.  B.  Try to dodge out of the way and still most likely get hit by the car.  C.  Get hit by the car with style. 


So I chose C.

I finally hear the car slam on the breaks about 15 feet away.  Now take into consideration that time was moving at a snails pace.  I jump up and bring my arms down to help me roll onto the front of the car so that all that momentum and energy is equally distributed along my body.  Except nothing to exceptionally crazy happens.  My palms tought the warm hood of thier car and come back down out of the air (albiet about three feet behind where i was standing, which was now occupied by the thier engine block) and just finding myself being stared at by the occupants of the vehicle.  I walk to the side of thier car and motion for them to roll down thier window.  They do.  I ask if everyone is ok.  They nod.  I continue walking.  They drive off.  Pretty much everyone I was with couldn't stop talking about how I was hit by a car.  Technically, I hit it.