My Valentines Evening

Exit train station and cross through the bus stop to the road
Notice that a lady in black is following just a little bit behind me and we are both looking left & right to see if it is clear to cross
It is clear to cross so I make my dash across the road and make it to the safety of the cars parked on the other side when I hear the sickening sound of brakes, shattering glass and a thud.

Turn to see a car smoking, windsheild smashed and the lady in black on the ground.
The drivers and passengers of the vehicle (all young teenage hoons, scruffily dressed) jump out. Several of them turn back to the car to hide distinctive VB-green cans under the seats.
I stare in horror for a second before running over to see if I can help.

Lady's head is cushioned on someones knee - someone else is picking up her strewn items (including a crushed box of Valentines chocolates), while about 5 different people are calling for an ambulance/cops/help.
I mill around unsure of what to do - do I stay? I saw them hiding beer cans - which means they were most likely drunk at the time. Do I go? I didnt see the entire thing - but the lady was JUST behind me, and when I crossed the road and it was CLEAR, which means they were speeding.

It also means that if I was any slower in crossing the road I would've been the one on the ground.

The ambulance turns up first and quickly assesses the damage, the witnesses mill about not sure of what to do or how long to wait for the Police to turn up.
It is learned that myself and one other person are the only real people who knew what happened - so we huddle under the bus stop out of the hot sun and keep an eye on the roads for a cop car.

The cop car turns up - not what we expect, it's a lime green traffic car, not the normal blue and white flashing lights scenario at all.
A statement is taken from the driver who is waving his arms about emphatically, his pimply face is bright red. The cop closely inspects the shattered windscreen.

Another train load of passengers arrives & pour out into the bus stop area and starts ogling the mess before them. My eyes are focused on the cop, waiting for my turn.
He calls out for witnesses and myself and the other witness step forward.

I describe that she was just behind me and I crossed the road only seconds before her - AND IT WAS COMPLETELY CLEAR TO CROSS.
I also detail the distinctive VB-green cans getting stuffed back into the car.

The cop writes it all down, nods and heads to his car pulling out the breathalizer. I watch as my only real witnessy act is proven - the driver of the car is taken away as he is over the limit.

The remaining passengers of the car involved in the accident then proceed to get louder and more hostile (just even FURTHER proving that alcohol was involved) and start making overtures to myself and the other witness.
I believe the "C" word that rhymes with "hunt" was used in reference to myself.

Hitting redial on my mobile I called Vladdy for a pick up - no way I was walking home by myself while these guys were starting to pump themselves up in readiness for any kind of fight they could get - especially when the cop was trying to get the driver strapped into his car to take him to the station.
I'm afraid that my bravado is not that good when faced with 4 drunken yobo's with nothing better to do than speed around public areas and hit people.

I'm afraid my valentines night was a bit of a bust...because after that I didnt feel so romantic...more spooked out.

BUT I had to write it down somewhere. In case one day I actually get a call from the cops and am asked to remember EXACTLY what happened.....