| I once saw a very drunk woman drive her car at full throttle into the corner of a hotel. It's like he describes it, snapshots. My brain throttled hard, and locked up at the amount of information there was to process all at once. That can't be right, she just drove into the side of that building. No, she slammed into it. She might have been trying to drive through it? No, that's silly. But one clear piece is the unmistakable sound of an automatic transmission with the pedal hard to the floor. And the crash, an onomatopoetic word of itself, it sounded like a crash. It was complicated by the fact that moments ago, I was loading wedding gifts in to a van. Not mine, just helping the Niece after the reception. But what a stark and sudden turn for a day, to witness something like that. What if she had turned her wheel this way or that when entering the parking lot before hitting the building? Would she have gone through me, and right in to the lobby? Would she have missed the building wide and ramped off the escarpment overlooking the Interstate? And I was just frozen in that moment of time. Slack jawed and wide eyed while I watched by buddy Timmy organize the available bystanders and check on the driver. I believe he shut the ignition off, but I believe that is something he would do, I have no proof that is what actually happened next. It's weird, the kind of stuff that goes through your head, and you find out about when something like that happens. |