I wonder how she knew.
I was walking in this mainly residential neighbourhood to go to the bank, when I came to a line of stopped cars. A long line. Not too much untoward happens on these streets, and I was wondering what was the cause. I came to the treed boulevard that crosses the street. There were the flashing lights of two police cars , and a long tow truck with a broad platform upon which they haul damaged cars.
And there were two damaged cars.
These are generally slow streets and placid streets and it is an anomaly to me that one car dashed out to crash into another. Or that the other could have been putting on the speed.
Regardless, the whole intersection was blocked by two dented and damaged cars, two police cruisers, and one big tow truck winching one of the cars onto its broad platform.
And a female police officer directing traffic.
There seemed to be no sensible route for me to take
I was the only pedestrian and she looked over at me and said:
“Where do you want to go, Dear?”
And I did not mean my response to to be funny, and I’m not certain that she took it as funny, but she gave a hearty laugh when I said that I wanted to go “straight”.
And she kept chuckling as she looked over the scene and said “I guess if you want to go straight you’re going to have to get around this somehow.”
Which seemed true to me, too.
So I watched for cars though none were moving, and took a wide berth around the big tow truck, and jumped a little at the grind and snap of some metal, and went on my way.
When I returned after the bank, the whole scene was empty.
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