“Sure, why not?” I said. “It’s not *my* personal tragedy,” I thought, “so why not?”
As I was pulling up to work today, I saw the circus was in town and I hoped it wasn’t my job that just burned down. As I got closer I could tell there was a wreck, and there was an ambulance rolling out of our parking lot. I was waved through the party by the police and went and parked at work as usual, then went back to the scene. On my way, FOG asked me from the front door the question which is the title of this post.
The truck driver -who caused the wreck- went off in the ambulance complaining of back/neck pain. The green car driver was walking around taking pictures. The old guy with hands on hips was standing around looking, because the fire truck was blocking his driveway.
Then, after seeing another wreck on the way out of town, then a car in another place being pulled onto a flatbed wrecker, I saw this: Disabled vehicle numbers SIX on the day, slightly elevated from the usual zero.