To my amazement, the woman inside the car, a woman in her 60s, was still sitting in the driver's seat like nothing had happened, looking straight ahead, trying to gather her senses with no signs of injuries — not even a scratch from all the shattered glass glittering her hair. I helped her stand upright in the now topless car, and with a slight high-step, she walked out, a little dazed but quite coherent. I grabbed her purse and escorted her to the side of the road. I made sure there wasn't anything else in the car the lady needed and asked if I could call someone for her. She said her daughter.
When the wreck first happened, there were only three vehicles in the area — the truck, the car, and my UPS truck. Now with the lady on the shoulder, there were no less than a dozen people out of nowhere.
The truck driver pulling the chemical trailer (containing powdered portland cement) was as drunk as could be. An ambulance was en route and onlookers insisted she go to the hospital for observation just to be safe. The entire incident took less than 15 minutes. I contacted her daughter, and then continued on my delivery route, as if nothing was different.
Just another day on the road.
When the wreck first happened, there were only three vehicles in the area — the truck, the car, and my UPS truck. Now with the lady on the shoulder, there were no less than a dozen people out of nowhere.
