I witnessed an accident on the way to work today. Sort of.
Heard a nasty noise while driving down the highway. Finally localized it to the red Pontiac that was skidding, perpendicular to the road, across my lane directly behind me, and on into the ditch.
I pulled over and got out to render assistance. I was walking back towards the scene, calling 911 on my cell-phone, when I rounded the bend – and found nothing but skid marks and the mark where the car had plowed into the embankment. Either they tore a hole in the space-time continuum and dropped through, or they pulled right back out and drove on while I was pulling over. I can’t imagine pulling away from an accident that quickly. I’d at least want a few minutes to pull myself together and check my car for damage. Strange…
Anyway, it renewed my distaste for the fact I have to drive to work every day. It’s an unnacceptable risk which I very much hope to eliminate eventually.