On Wednesday, I contacted a woman, who was about 20 years old, at a three-car traffic collision. After I was done with the interview, I turned to one of the passengers and asked for her name. The first passenger only spoke Spanish, so the driver assisted translation.
After I got the information and injuries of the first passenger, I turned toward the second, who didn’t speak English either.
The driver said, “This is my mom.”
“What’s her name?” I asked.
The driver replied by giving me her first and last name.
“What’s her birthday?”
The driver turned toward her mother and asked what her birthday was in Spanish. I was shocked, so I said, “You don’t know your mom’s birthday?”
The driver smiled with an embarrassed look as she continued to ask her mother in Spanish.
“How long has she been your mom?” I poked.
“Huh?” She said with a confused look.
“How long has she been your mom?” I asked again.
This time she got my sarcasm and laughed.
“Do you have any kids?”
“If you did, I figured you’d forget their birthdays too,” I said with a laugh.
The driver gave me a “You got me” look and laughed again.
I gave her a card with the report number and said, “Thanks for laughing at my jokes.” At least she was a good sport about it.