So this morning on the way to work, I witnessed a car accident. I’ll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that:
a) It was a little more serious than a fender-bender, yet not quite as serious as what happens when crash-test dummies smoke pot.
b) Nobody was hurt (although the one guy–who was just a kid, really–was totally freaking out).
c) I had the prime view of the whole deal. Comparable to floor seats at a Lakers’ Game. In fact, I wondered at first if I might have (unwittingly) helped cause it, because I couldn’t figure out any reason for it unless my pickup truck had been blocking one guy’s view of the other guy (although I was sitting perfectly still at a stoplight, and doing nothing illegal or untowards, unless you count the fact that I was singing along to Kenny Loggins).
So I did what I thought anyone would do. Parked safely to the side, then went back to the scene to see if everyone was OK and to serve as a witness to the accident (one other woman–don’t know where she was when the crash happened–did the same).
The whole ordeal made me late for work, and my mother called my office phone promptly at 8:00 (to inform me that she’s making meatloaf tonight). My boss (whom I’d already phoned) told her the deal, and when I finally got to the office and called her back, she was upset because I’d stopped and gotten involved, given my (work) contact info, etc. I should, she said, “know better than that by now.”
(I don’t know exactly what this means. I can only surmise that she was referring to an incident several years ago when, backing out of her driveway, I witnessed a guy in a Jeep hop a curb and obliterate her neighbor’s mailbox and garden trellis. I ran over to see if *that * guy was OK (he was–in fact, a few seconds later he peeled on outta there in order to avoid the cops), and my mom (who’d heard the crunch) ran out and started screaming at me to get away from there and back into the house. But really, nothing bad happened. The cops were able to follow a trail of leaking fluid right to the guy’s house, where he was attempting to hide the Jeep under a tarp in his garage.)
So am I mistaken in thinking that it’s the law to stop if you’ve witnessed an accident? Is that just something they say to scare gullible people like me into playing along with “The Man’s” grand scheme? Am I just a patsy?
I still think it was the right thing to do, even if it’s *not * the law. It never occurred to me to do anything else.
OK. I’m done.