Street Sweepers are the Devil

Ok... So Monday morning I woke up (at my sweety's house) to the sound of the Street Sweeper outside. Of course I immediately panicked, in fear of getting the always wonderful $50 parking ticket. So I did what any other reasonable human being would do... I ran, full sprint, half dressed, barefooted, out the door, through the grass... then realized, "I'm running too fast and I can't stop" (kinda like when you were a kid and you ran down a hill and resorted to faceplanting.)

So guess what happened next... I faceplanted in the street scraping the palms of my hands, and the tops of my feet. I looked back, and saw my sweety peering at my from the doorway, with his head cocked to the side like when a dog cocks his head at a new noise, or a strange site. I then somehow bounced to my feet and bolted for the car, with the same goal of not getting a ticket, and managed to keep my jello-like legs underneath me.

Once parked in the driveway, I realized that the traffic on the streets had come to a hault, and the man walking his two german shepards was still chuckling at the site of my acrobatics. The street sweeper, and parking enforcement... not phased... they just kept on trucking. My ego? Screwed. Two days later... I feel like I was involved in a major car accident.

Moral of the story... the Street Sweepers are the Devil

Any fun and exciting tales about the street sweeper? Or moments of impaling yourself with asphalt?