Ever seen Rush Hour?

Those scenes where Jackie Chan and Chris Tucker run away from the bad guys, docking stalls, shouting at strangers, jumping around cars and buses, grabbing props and smashing things along the way?

Crazy riiiight?

That’s exactly what I’m doing now. Some maniac has suddenly grabbed me by the arm, blabbered nonsense and shook me like I was some stupid and dysfunctional vending machine.

With my kung fu skills, I bit his hand. Yep, probably not the best move, but certainly effective. Don’t blame me, it’s the only technique that popped in my jelly brain.

“Hey miss!! Miss!! Pleaseeeeee!”

The maniac is catching up again, like a hungry predator behind my .

Ohh, Chuck Norris, help me!

I frantically gathered myself and ran again. We’re running for five blocks now.

Hell.

I looked back and saw four other maniacs on the loose. He called up his gang!

Oh, my precious ovaries.

I ran nonstop --- avoiding crowds,  turning left, left, right, right, left, right, curve, right – hey, I’m beginning to be good at this. Just as I was feeling good about myself, I reached a dead end.

.

I closed my eyes, and waited for their footsteps.

“Miss, pl