I'm happy to report that the day has had no more adventures
The drive to work this morning was...not one I ever want to repeat. This was a morning of close calls from idiot drivers, missing exits because jerks wouldn't let us over, and...one not so lucky pedestrian. From the way he was lying in the street I highly doubt he was still alive.
The images, though... items flung across two lanes and into the center lane, cars stopped in odd places, a body in the street, peoples idiotically driving into oncoming traffic to go around the carnage so they'd not be late for work.... It was still so dark out too, not even 6:30 in the morning.
I feel callous for putting it like this, but...the fool was crossing in a place where there was no crosswalk, and no street lights, wearing dark clothes. I feel bad for him, especially if he did survive. But I especially feel bad for the driver that hit him. I don't know how well or not I'd handle a situation like that. Considering how I bawled when I accidentally gave a friend stitches (seriously, I cried more than she did and she only cried when she realized blood was flowing down her face. >,<) I'd probably be in hysterics if I killed someone like that, not to mention the stress from the surprise of it happening in the first place. I'd hope I'd have enough presence of mind to stop and call 911 like you're supposed to. *sigh*
Mom and I both agreed that after that adventurous morning a boring, uneventful day sounded like a really good thing. So far, that's exactly what it's been, and I'd like it to stay that way.
The images, though... items flung across two lanes and into the center lane, cars stopped in odd places, a body in the street, peoples idiotically driving into oncoming traffic to go around the carnage so they'd not be late for work.... It was still so dark out too, not even 6:30 in the morning.
I feel callous for putting it like this, but...the fool was crossing in a place where there was no crosswalk, and no street lights, wearing dark clothes. I feel bad for him, especially if he did survive. But I especially feel bad for the driver that hit him. I don't know how well or not I'd handle a situation like that. Considering how I bawled when I accidentally gave a friend stitches (seriously, I cried more than she did and she only cried when she realized blood was flowing down her face. >,<) I'd probably be in hysterics if I killed someone like that, not to mention the stress from the surprise of it happening in the first place. I'd hope I'd have enough presence of mind to stop and call 911 like you're supposed to. *sigh*
Mom and I both agreed that after that adventurous morning a boring, uneventful day sounded like a really good thing. So far, that's exactly what it's been, and I'd like it to stay that way.