On Friday night, I went to a crash where one car made a left turn in front of another. When I arrived, I saw an injured woman sitting on the curb next to her crashed car. I started to ask her what happened when she said, “You look familiar.”
“Have you crashed before?” I replied.
“No, but my employee did.”
She went on to describe the crash, which involved a Domino’s Pizza delivery guy and a DUI driver. After she gave me enough details, I told her I remembered.
With a smile she said, “You were so nice.”
I thanked her and she went on to tell me how today’s crash happened. While we were talking, I looked down and saw a broom at her feet. It just seemed like an odd thing to see in the street at a crash.
The woman was having some anxiety problems at the time, so I decided to lighten the mood as I asked, “Where did the broom come from?”
In between deep breaths she smiled as said, “I have no idea.”
Too bad it wasn’t Halloween night. We could’ve looked under the car for a witch.
And the ruby red slippers. She likely wished she could go home about then. “There’s no place like home…”
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