Just a few minutes ago while I was taking a shower, I started to hear a lot of noise outside my apartment (which is normal, but this was different). I cut my shower short so that I could look outside to see what was going on. My apartment complex is right at the intersection of two streets, both of which are fairly busy. All I could make out from my window were a couple of police cars and could see that one of the streets was cordoned off at the intersection by a row of lights laid down by the cops.
As I stepped outside I quickly realized that something crazy was going on because there were 11 police cars, two ambulances, and a fire truck. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen that many people on the scene of a car accident. I’m not going to lie, I immediately thought I was moments away from certain death brought on by the inhalation of some kind of terrorist nerve agent (damn you 24!).
I was way off, but the situation turned out to be pretty horrible besides. As I walked up the street I could see a stretcher being loaded into the ambulance and began asking questions of all the other lookers-on. It was a hit-and-run, the guy died, and they’ve got nothing on the perpetrator. It was an incredibly somber scene.
Needless to say, from now on I’m going to be a bit more cautious when crossing that street, which I do on a daily basis to get my sugar fix from the convenience store.