Small town story #2

About four weeks ago I was driving around Nobourg and came upon a police car stopped in the middle of an intersection and pulled up next to a van. With lots of cars around I assumed that there had just been an accident or something. NO, the cop was just chatting with this dude and holding up traffic in all directions. This went on for three cycles of traffic lights before someone honked... and guess what the cop did? Nothing. He just ignored the 12 (or so) cars that were around. Finally some cars decided to go around. Some old lady almost got smoked as she took a left turn, all to more honking which the cop just ignored. I made it through the intersection, steaming with frustration, but rather calm because I had J.S. Bach blarring. Now, not even five blocks away I drove by a fresh accident. I checked out a poor Corolla that had been hit in the side and ran over a lamp post and saw a big Buick (I think) which was the other car involved. 'Ahhhh, how ridiculous' I thought, or something like that.

But the story goes on. Just last week I found out that the Corolla was being driven by a buddy of mine and I hadn't spotted him when I drove by because he was checking out the damage underneath the vehicle. The poor guy got smoked by this old lady who drove through a stop sign. Right after he got hit he almost drove into a group of teens waiting for Young Drivers lessons (HA!) and then swerved into the light post. He was fine (except for some spilled coffee), the Corolla wasn't so fortunate, it got written off with a totalled front end. The lady didn't do so well either. She realized she was too old to drive.