One day, my car was rear ended at a very busy intersection near my home. The other driver was a very young man, only sixteen years old. He was very sweet, and had genuine tears for fear he had hurt me. As a matter of fact, he had reason to cry because he had knocked me a full two car lengths ahead, and his 1971 VW Classic Rabbit, well, it would have to be picked up in paper sacks! The back end of my nearly new Honda laid in the middle of the street, also in pitiful pieces. He had no insurance.
I was shaking and crying when I called 911. Im ashamed to say that when they answered, I could only tell them where I was, but I had difficulty telling them my name. They asked me to spell it, and I couldnt even say my difficult name, let alone spell it. I think thats why they sent an ambulance. I then handed my cell to my new friend so he could call his mother.
The ambulance got there first. They were giving me oxygen and doing the usual agenda when the law arrived. I was all right, and I knew it by this time, but the medics were making sure and they asked me to stay where I was and let the law do their job. So I stayed where I was.
The policeman was a tall, big man, with a no nonsense kind of a face; all business. He was the kind that you would hoped to heaven would be on your side. He asked me for my drivers license and proof of insurance. I started stammering, again, but managed to tell him that they were in my purse in the front seat of my car. Then I managed to tell him that I had two dogs in there, and when I left them they were fairly calm, but I didnt know how they were now. I couldnt guarantee it.
How big are they?
Well, the fat one is 23 pounds, and will possible lick your hand, if he is not too upset. The other dog weighs 10 pounds, and is not friendly.
He snickered. I could hear him snicker!
As he turned away, he said, No problem.
I then went back to the business at hand, letting the…