A lesson in modern car-crash resolution |
I stopped. I looked. I pulled into the intersection, and suddenly a late-model sedan was in my lap.
The crash occurred early one morning at an intersection in a quiet residential neighborhood. There was no other traffic nearby--just two cars paused at stop signs. Somehow, once they started moving, they managed to run into each other.
Help came almost immediately--from a nearby fire department, from the police, from passers-by. Within a half hour, the silent streets were abuzz. Tow trucks were en route, information was exchanged, IDs checked, vehicle contents were removed, friends/family were notified, and car parts were swept from the road. Despite the abundance of flashing red lights all around, several rubbernecking drivers approached the disarray. It's the only time the police officer who was there appeared to get exasperated as he instructed them to turn around and drive elsewhere.
This all happened quickly. Then time slowed.
After prying open the semi-stuck driver's side door (with the help of a firefighter) and scooting out around my car's deployed air bag, I called my insurance company, where I've been a........