Agoraphobia

I c annot go near my front door... it might mean a surprise is in store. I might have to speak to people one day - and golly gosh, I won't know what to say. You see last December I went to a gathering of strangers who wanted my blathering. I didn't stay long, I just wanted to go home. It has rarely been like me to idly roam. I had the light, I crossed the street, when a gigantic water truck did I meet. He said he never saw me, squished me to the curb, his truck ate my scooter's front wheel - absurd! He was in the wrong and to hospital they took me. Now they gave me lovely money, which I spent, while sitting at my computer, quite content. But since that day I stay inside...agoraphobia