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24 December 2009 @ 04:59 pm
The woman in the car died.  
Last night, or this morning, at about midnight, I drove to the Hudson Oaks Wal-Mart to get some last minute groceries and stocking stuffers.   Hudson Oaks is a dinky little town that exists primarily for the Wal-Mart, and to provided liquor for an otherwise dry county.  No one was on the road, so I could clearly see several police cars and emergency vehicles blocking off half of the intersection that I refer to as "Wal-Mart and Freeway."  I had to stop at the red light there, so I had a minute to see what was going on.  A car seemed to have lost control in the intersection, because it had crashed into the lightpole right there on the corner.  It was one of those "old people luxury cars."  The kind that look nice at first glance, huge and well taken-care-of, but in reality they're pieces of shit made by General Motors that no one would spend a dime on except an old person who still believes in the value of buying American.  There were paramedics crawling around inside the car; one kept walking back and forth with a hard foam stretcher as if waiting for someone to make a decision.  It was clear to me that they were preparing to pull someone out of the vehicle, and my morbid curiosity was piqued.  You know what I'm talking about.  The sick part of you that you'd rather not admit kind of wants to see someone receiving CPR at the scene of an accident.

Well, I'm embarrassed to say that I parked at Wal-Mart in such a way as to see what was going to happen to the person in the car.  I turned my lights off and sat there for a long time, watching paramedics doing what looked like nothing at all.  There was no traffic to obscure my view.  And so I waited.  For ten minutes.

Finally, the paramedics moved to extract the person.  One climbed inside the car, presumably to hold the victim's head and neck, while another stood outside the door and reached for his or her knees.  That's when it happened.  On a previously deserted road, no less than fifteen cars came from the west, pulling up between myself and the scene and stopping at the red light.  Totally blocking my view.  I was annoyed for a moment, but I quickly realized how poignant that was.  The victim's pain was none of my business.  Apparently I wasn't the only one who felt that way.

The traffic was only in my way for about twenty seconds, but that was all the time the paramedics needed to remove the victim and put him or her in the ambulance.  I never saw a thing.  I tried not to be disappointed, but I really was, and that made me feel like a horrible person.  But I felt much worse when I checked the news a few minutes ago and learned that Genevieve Allen, age 73, died as a result of that accident.  Thank God it wasn't right before my eyes.

Genevieve is a beautiful name.  I'll bet some kids are going to miss their grandma this Christmas.
Aquarius Galuxy: Stareaquarius_galuxy on December 25th, 2009 04:31 am (UTC)
I'm sorry to hear about that. =\

Merry Christmas though!
(Anonymous) on December 28th, 2009 06:05 am (UTC)
Thanks, it was merry. :) We had a blizzard on Christmas Eve, and there were something like seven hundred accidents in the metroplex. Only four deaths, though, so I think that's pretty miraculous. :)
Aquarius Galuxyaquarius_galuxy on December 28th, 2009 06:21 am (UTC)
=o I've never experienced a blizzard before. It's good that not that many people died!
Alexferrywoman on December 25th, 2009 04:50 pm (UTC)
That's terrible to witness especially during these times. I'd be morbidly curious too, and feel bad about what happened. Really, so many deaths this year....

Well, have a meaningful holidays anyway. :)
(Anonymous) on December 28th, 2009 06:06 am (UTC)
In a way, I think it was meaningful for me to realize how quickly our plans can come to a screeching halt. Makes me appreciate my family more.