First time in Europe, I crossed a street in downtown Dublin. They have these tiny streets which they run these huge double decker buses around on. I looked the wrong way and stepped out into what I thought was a clear road. Some kind Dubliner grabbed my hoodie just as I stepped out and the side of a bus almost creased my nose. If I had finished my step my brains would have been splattered all over the road.
I thanked the guy, but didn't really realize how close it was until a few minutes later, when I started shaking like crazy.
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