Life Imitates Art

Sometime in the middle of the night, Bill was still on the couch in front of the TV when he suddenly heard the all-too-familiar crunch of an automobile striking something else. Turns out some dude (probably drunk) had driven into our neighbor's yard, bashed into her dogwood tree, then immediately peeled out and drove away. The tree was completely toppled and the yard is churned up with tire tread, but the house was undamaged. Even more miraculous, he only barely scraped one of the other cars, which is saying something since he'd driven through a parking space with cars on both sides of him. Bill woke me up afterward to tell me about it. He also spoke with the police when they arrived, though he didn't really have anything to tell them since he hadn't actually seen the car.

When I say "neighbor" I mean the townhouse about three doors down from us, so our property was never in any danger. To me, this event is more noteworthy because we'd been watching Law & Order SVU earlier that evening and I had commented that these shows gave the impression that witnessing or being questioned about a crime was an extremely common occurrence, while I'd never had to speak with the police about anything other than why I was speeding.

I guess it's actually more common than I'd thought.