I had committed myself to working at the gallery on Magazine street for Art for Art's sake yesterday, so I pulled myself together as much as possible and went and did my job. (I also sold the new octopus vase I didn't get a chance to photograph.) On the way home, I picked up a chocolate cupcake, because damn. Sometimes you just need a chocolate cupcake, yanno?
Just after I turned onto Carrollton my phone rang; it was my room-mate, asking if the white car in front of the house belonged to one of the landlords. Um, no, and why do you ask? Because they might need to move it to get the tow truck in. There had been an accident right in front of the house. When I got to my block, I found traffic being routed around, so I had to park on the side street. There was a police car in the travel lane with its lights on, and when I came up the sidewalk, I saw my old neighbor who is selling his house on the phone, and a big SUV with severe front end damage up against the curb. What I thought at first was the neighbor's car in his driveway turned out to be the other vehicle involved in the accident--it had been hit from behind and pushed over the curb, grass and sidewalk, and had partially crushed the big iron security gate across the neighbor's driveway.
There were a few people standing on the corner, and a woman and a man on my front steps, the man talking on his cell phone. As I came up the walk I saw the woman go into the house with my room-mate. It turns out that they were the drivers of the second car and they had been coming to visit the room-mate. They'd just slowed down, had their blinkers on, and were pulling over into the parking spot in front of the house when the other driver slammed into them. Witnesses said he'd been going a pretty good clip when he hit them. He had been taken to the hospital. Apparently, alcohol was a factor.
The landlord called to find out what was happening. He and his wife had also been out for the evening and had gotten a call about the accident from their teen-aged son, who was home. He'd called the neighbor, too, which explains why he'd been there (the neighbors moved out quite a while ago). They arrived not too long after, and we stood around sympathizing and looking at the flattened plants and marveling that the second car had gone through a pretty small gap between the big oak tree in the front and the afore-mentioned white car. On closer inspection, you could see a scrape along the rear bumper of the latter, but no real damage.
Eventually, the tow truck came, and after a lot of faffing around and trying to drag the car around, someone had the bright idea to see if it could be driven out of its position. They managed it with a lot of scraping and grinding of metal and a little smoke from the front tire. Somebody came out and swept up all the debris--not sure if he was with the city, or the tow company.
Room-mate's friends decided discretion was the better part of valor, and called a cab to go to the emergency room to get checked out, just in case. I would have driven them, but until I clean out the car, there's only room for one passenger.
I came in and turned on the TV, ate my cupcake, and then settled in with some water and pretzels. The room-mate (I have to come up with a good nick-name for her) came in after her friends had gone and kept me company. We watched a couple of episodes of Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives and chatted about inconsequential stuff, which was about all I could handle at that point. I'd been exhausted when I'd left the gallery, and it all finally hit me like a brick and I turned off the TV and said goodnight at about 12:45.
I hear her moving around in the kitchen, so I'll go ask how her friends are doing.
I hope your weekend is better. (And my sympathies to another friend in California who was also in an accident yesterday, while taking her cat to the vet. She and the cat are ok, thank goodness.)