A couple weeks ago I posted about nearly watching an old man and a baby die during my morning commute, but that wasn’t the only thing that happened.
About 3 or 4 miles down the road from my traumatic encounter I stopped behind a small, older mini-van at a left turn. This car was lurching. The brake lights would flash off, the vehicle would move forward just a bit, and the brake lights would flash on. It was rocking back-and-forth slowly gaining inches towards the line.
I’m thinking, high school student playing a prank on his friends. Nothing like toying with your favorite carsick friend in your own car. See, I assumed high school because that’d be exactly the kind of thing a stupid high schooler would do. And everyone is at least a little bit stupid in high school.
Alternatives include a broken vehicle. In which case, they really should not be driving it down this road. They’re going to die and probably kill someone.
Or maybe the driver was having a seizure. In which case I should have probably helped.
Instead, I sat there and watched. Through the back window I could see just the top edge of a child seat and a young mom, leaning back and looking into the seat. They had to keep the car moving so the baby could sleep. Genius really.