Hit And Run
Mini, calls me 15 minutes after leaving for work hysterical crying, I can’t understand a word she’s saying except for, ‘hit’. “WHAT!” I said.
“lshfsl shfslhj lhslhfw wlehlhw hrwslajier” Hysterically crying.
“WHAT? I can’t understand a word you’re saying. Stop crying.”
“Danielle, you need to calm down and tell me what you hit.”
“A man.” She says.
“You hit a man? Where is he? How fast were you going? Oh. My. God.”
“I wasn’t going that fast,” she says still crying. “I was getting over in the turning lane and he ran out in front of me. There was a lady who witnessed it, she gave me her driver license number and phone number.”
“Did you call the police?” I asked.
“No, I got out of my car to help him up, I wanted to call the ambulance but he wouldn’t let me. He kept saying that he was sorry he thought he had enough time to cross and then he took off.”
“What do you mean he took off? Like you ran over a man with your car, he fell down and then got up and walked away? Well, you better call the police just in case something happens.” I said.
She is still crying uncontrollably, “Mom, I’m just worried about him being alright. He was older and seemed…seemed a little slow…like retarded. I never hit anything before except a deer.”
“Aw, Danielle that’s a sin. Did he leave any souvenirs in your grill?”
“No, but he put a big dent in the hood of my car.”