I now officially dread driving to work on Monday mornings. Two weeks ago I witnessed - from start to finish- a terrible accident. I was stopped at a red light, 4-way intersection, 2 miles from home. Car crossing intersection gets t-boned by person running the red from the opposite direction. Car flips over and is careening towards me, on its roof. Hits car in front of mine. Two children and their mom trapped in car. I watch as people appear from everywhere to help- men get into the car and pull all three out, children look unhurt (except for shock) but mom is cut up very badly.
This morning one light up from the previous accident. Single cop car stops with lights flashing, trooper just getting out, I'm making turn and look to see what happened. Handsome large dog has been hit by a car and is laying dying on the median strip.
I'm hating Mondays.
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