2004-07-17
POLICE BLOTTER
Rude Awakening | At 315 in the morning Bruce awoke with a jolt, called out and asked if I was alright | I'd fallen asleep on the couch and his yell woke me up | He said he heard a thud, as if I'd bumped against the dining room table, or knocked something over | So I began to look about the house | Nothing |
Finally, I looked outside | I saw what appeared to be the top of a car facing the house from the road | There were two other cars (one red, one black) and a group of people milling about, looking at the flipped over car | "Call 911" Bruce says | I do | Although it seems a long time, two cruisers ~and the volunteer emergency crew~ arrive in just under 4 minutes | They start immediately tending to an injured woman, who'd crawled out of a broken window from the tipped over Ford Explorer | Luckily, the injuries did not appear to be serious |
"Kids!" I thought to myself [though "kids" these days, to me, are people under age 30] I later learned that, even though all of these kids had cell phones, none of them called the police | They did call a friend with another SUV who'd arrived only a minute or so before the troopers, backed his vehicle up to the other car, and appeared to be trying to figure out how to up-end the thing |
I heard one of the troopers say to another that he knew one of the kids had left from a single car accident a couple of weeks ago, only to later call it in | After the ambulance left, and the police sent the others on their way, one of the troopers and I found a smashed champagne bottle tossed into the bushes | In a bag, under a bush, were a couple of empty prescription vials, labelled, so one could see what had been in them, as well as the young woman's ATM card and checkbook | In the back seat of the car, empty beer bottles |
In listening to the addresses given to the questioning troopers, the manner of dress, the relative value of the vehicles, it quckly became evident that these were children of privilege | Not wealthy, mind you, but clearly from pampered lives |
Two of the kids at the accident scene were busily talking one another out of riding with the accident victim in the ambulance (which she'd requested) | "But she's my friend..." "Listen, I don't want to be a dick or anything, but I don't think you should get involved. Her folks will go to the hospital... | How do you think you'd get home from there? Besides, I've got to go to work at 7..." | All of them unwilling to inconvenience themselves from getting home and, hopefully, not get arrested for drunk driving | When they were allowed to leave, they all drove in the direction away from the hospital |
Fortunate for them the town has a dedicated crew of volunteer firemen and rescue personnel, who did show up and ~asking no recompense~ came to the aid of the girl while her friends couldn't wait to get out of there |
¶ 05:06
Rude Awakening | At 315 in the morning Bruce awoke with a jolt, called out and asked if I was alright | I'd fallen asleep on the couch and his yell woke me up | He said he heard a thud, as if I'd bumped against the dining room table, or knocked something over | So I began to look about the house | Nothing |
Finally, I looked outside | I saw what appeared to be the top of a car facing the house from the road | There were two other cars (one red, one black) and a group of people milling about, looking at the flipped over car | "Call 911" Bruce says | I do | Although it seems a long time, two cruisers ~and the volunteer emergency crew~ arrive in just under 4 minutes | They start immediately tending to an injured woman, who'd crawled out of a broken window from the tipped over Ford Explorer | Luckily, the injuries did not appear to be serious |
"Kids!" I thought to myself [though "kids" these days, to me, are people under age 30] I later learned that, even though all of these kids had cell phones, none of them called the police | They did call a friend with another SUV who'd arrived only a minute or so before the troopers, backed his vehicle up to the other car, and appeared to be trying to figure out how to up-end the thing |
I heard one of the troopers say to another that he knew one of the kids had left from a single car accident a couple of weeks ago, only to later call it in | After the ambulance left, and the police sent the others on their way, one of the troopers and I found a smashed champagne bottle tossed into the bushes | In a bag, under a bush, were a couple of empty prescription vials, labelled, so one could see what had been in them, as well as the young woman's ATM card and checkbook | In the back seat of the car, empty beer bottles |
In listening to the addresses given to the questioning troopers, the manner of dress, the relative value of the vehicles, it quckly became evident that these were children of privilege | Not wealthy, mind you, but clearly from pampered lives |
Two of the kids at the accident scene were busily talking one another out of riding with the accident victim in the ambulance (which she'd requested) | "But she's my friend..." "Listen, I don't want to be a dick or anything, but I don't think you should get involved. Her folks will go to the hospital... | How do you think you'd get home from there? Besides, I've got to go to work at 7..." | All of them unwilling to inconvenience themselves from getting home and, hopefully, not get arrested for drunk driving | When they were allowed to leave, they all drove in the direction away from the hospital |
Fortunate for them the town has a dedicated crew of volunteer firemen and rescue personnel, who did show up and ~asking no recompense~ came to the aid of the girl while her friends couldn't wait to get out of there |
By the way, the guy who "...didn't want to be a dick..." is the one standing to the right of the fire crew wearing green baggy shorts and a grey hoody |
¶ 05:06
