Unless Used Sensibly Cars Are Weapons
Last evening I heard another torn-metal crunch (not as loud as the last one, but loud) and, wiser this time, went to the front window, where I saw that on the far side of the San Jose/I-280 cut, someone coming off the highway had attempted to take the right off of San Jose onto Rousseau at just-off-the-interstate speeds and had plowed, instead, into a fire hydrant. And like something out of a bad action movie, the hydrant was spouting water (not upward, as they do in =really= bad action movies, but down and out, flooding the street). No one was hurt, but...
And the evening before that, one of Becca's colleagues from her job was the victim of a hit-and-run that required hours of surgery and will leave her recuperating for months, and very likely have lifetime consequences. And the driver just kept going, whether he/she didn't realize that he/she had mowed down an 18-year-old, or was too scared to stop and offer help.
Just think a little, will you?
And the evening before that, one of Becca's colleagues from her job was the victim of a hit-and-run that required hours of surgery and will leave her recuperating for months, and very likely have lifetime consequences. And the driver just kept going, whether he/she didn't realize that he/she had mowed down an 18-year-old, or was too scared to stop and offer help.
Just think a little, will you?