Not a bed-time story

David and Jennifer were having problems. I don’t want to plunge into details here. Let’s just say David left mid conversation. It wasn’t the right way to leave.

Either he had stopped making sense or Jen was making too much of it.

So he traversed his way down the stairs. Scurried through the underground parking and scooted into the driver’s seat of his car. His shiny; just recently waxed silver car. Soon, he was on the road peeling away and leaving Jen’s house behind.

Rather, David was leaving Jen behind.

He barely traveled a mile when his furiously cranking mind and heart slowed down to normalcy. And in that dark crisp night, as street lights glistened on his beautiful car, he realized he shouldn’t have left the way he did, saying what he had said. So, without any further ado he looked for street to peel off into so that he could drive on back. U-turns are rather difficult in this country.

Of course, you can never just go back.

David raced his way back, tapping the 300 horses of his shiny silver car. The traffic signal lights also seemed to be on his side and shone bright green against the black sky.

It was when he was half way across the intersection; he saw a blur of another vehicle right ahead of him coming in from the right. He instantly knew he wasn’t going to make it, so he braked; Braked very hard, with the pedal travelling all the way to the floor. As expected, here is what happened.

1. The front end of his car caught the other car.
2. His immediately spun around. Inside, he felt like he had been whipped hard.
3. The other car also spun

David’s heart was racing. The air bag had deployed, so his hands were off the wheel and on his side. The windshield was cracked opaque. Slowly as he took census, he managed to see past to the other car and noticed that occupant move too. Slowly and hesitantly he moved his legs and sighed in relief as he felt them move. His chest hurt, his neck was strained. His hands were shaking silly. As the adrenalin waned, he looked around his car. The A pillar seemed warped; the upholstery seemed out of place. The dashboard looked like it was ready to be plucked out. The windshield was painfully unbearable to look at.

Of course the engine had stalled. But the ignition was still on! This meant his Bluetooth paired phone still rang through the car’s speakers. Frankly I am not aware of what the norm is regarding how soon is too soon to answer your phone after a serious car crash, but David recognized the number. So by habit, despite his broken silver car, pushed the answer button…

Jen’s voice came flowing through.

She said “David. I think you made a mistake. You should not have left”

I am guessing it was complete insanity of the situation which made him rationally answer

“You can say that again”