Showing A Complete Disregard For Safety Behind The Wheel

Nothing good comes from a phone call at seven in the morning.

When the phone rang this morning at a little bit past seven this morning, I knew it was trouble.

No one calls me that early.  Frankly, no one calls anyone that early, usually — unless there’s a problem.  When I glanced to my cell phone and saw it was my wife, I was definitely concerned.  I had just talked to her when she’d left the house for work a half an hour or so earlier, and she normally doesn’t call to chat on the way to work so that she doesn’t run her cell phone battery down (and so she can keep it charged for her drive home).  So while I didn’t know what was wrong, I knew something was definitely amiss.

Unfortunately, I was right.  She was calling me to tell me she was in an auto accident, her second in less than a week.

Neither wreck was her fault — not that it matters much.  The first accident happened last week when she was rear-ended on the interstate driving home by a young woman who’d fallen asleep at the wheel. Thankfully, my wife had spotted the woman’s car coming up quickly in her rear view mirror, and she sped up as she approached.  Her quick reactions minimized the initial contact, and the jolt was enough to wake the sleeping driver.  Both my wife and the woman were able to control their cars, and neither were hurt, while the damage to both autos was minimal.

Gasoline trucks are EVIL.

Today while driving to work this morning, my wife was hit again on the interstate — this time she was rear-ended by a large truck (one of those huge gas/flammable liquid trucks — think Stephen Spielberg’s Duel, just less dirty).  The truck pushed up behind her from her right, sliding into her lane and ramming her in the rear.  It crushed the back end of her car and then — the driver fucking sped off!  He didn’t stop to see if she was all right, he didn’t even so much as slow down apparently.  He certainly could have killed my wife if things had gone worse,  and he could have killed any number of other people on the highway with them if the accident had turned into something larger (my wife was able to somehow control her car enough to keep it from spinning while getting it off to the shoulder and out of further harm’s way).  But apparently he didn’t care one stinking iota about anything other than keeping his sorry carcass out of trouble or his time schedule from being delayed.  It’s possible that, due to the nature of the jobs, it’s possible that the truck driver, like the other woman in the first accident, may have been asleep at the wheel — while that might give him an excuse as to why the accident happened, it certainly doesn’t excuse his fleeing the scene.

Meanwhile, while my wife subsequently got a description of the truck and the driver to the police, she was unable to get the plate number (it’s hard to do when you’re fighting to keep your car from wiping out).   But at least there were people who stopped to help her when she was shaking — terrified — in her smashed-up vehicle, and there were people who called the police themselves when they saw the accident happen and reported the driver.   Oh, wait — I forgot — none of that happened either.  No one else stopped or called or anything.  What a wonderful world we live in.

At the end of the day — what’s most important is that my wife is safe (she’s suffering from a sore neck, but she’s otherwise okay — and it could have been a whole lot worse).   But I’m still ticked at that driver and the fact that he’s probably going to get away with what he did.   Maybe next time, the people whose lives he’s ignoring as he barrels on recklessly away from a wreck won’t be as lucky as she was.

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