When a blog reader emails to say they're disappointed in my lack of blogging, it's probably time I post, right? Oops.
******I've adored Glee since the first episode and I love live music, so I was super stoked when they announced their live tour.
I got tickets for myself and some other pals, and made arrangements to meet them for dinner and the show last Friday night. (BTW, Katie is the biggest Gleek I've met, and I know lots o' Gleeks. She can tell you which random quote is from what episode. She knows intricate details about the actors. She's hardcore, and it was awesome to attend the show with her.)
I drove myself to the venue, and as I traveled along a busy surface street, I noticed a car in front of me in the left lane (I was in the right lane) with a handicap placard hanging from their rear view mirror. Then I watched in what seemed like slow motion as they sideswiped a parked car and then slammed into the back of another parked car. Quickly I decided that I should stop to make sure that they were OK, and that it was my duty to the owners of the other cars.
A nearby valet gal ran up to assist me in getting the driver, an elderly lady probably in her 80s, out of her car. I called 911, who told me that if there was no damage to community property and if the driver wasn't injured and didn't want a paramedic, then they wouldn't send anyone out to take a report. I suppose I understood their reasoning, but given the nature of the accident, it seemed as though a report would be in order. The driver said she wasn't hurt, although she was quite oblivious and asked if I saw what happened -- because she had no clue herself. She looked at me in disbelief as I told her what I saw.
The 911 operator also said that the driver just needed to leave her info (name, number, insurance info, etc.) on the windshields of the cars she'd hit.
What I first assumed was another helpful passerby stopped to offer to call a tow truck for the driver, but then he dismissed the AAA card she tried to hand him. "No, they won't take your car to a body shop, and then they'll charge you for storage. I know who to call." Um, er...ok. It struck me as fishy, but I wasn't sure what to say or do. Then another guy affiliated with a different towing company appeared out of nowhere. He was a lot less sleazy and argumentative than the first, and also offered to help. Apparently this is a thing, maybe just here in LA or other big cities? Towing companies drive around, looking for accidents and ways to circumvent AAA? Who knows?
Anyhow, the driver had pleaded with me early on, "Please don't leave me..." I promised her I wouldn't until she was comfortable with me doing so.
I told her what the 911 operator told me about leaving her info, and she seemed comfortable with the less-fishy towing guy, who was convinced that the police were on their way and didn't want to move her car until they arrived -- even though I told them they weren't coming. With my concert in mind, though, I asked the driver if she was OK. She said she was.
I left a note on the two cars she hit, which read, "I witnessed the accident. If you need info, give me a call. Nanette (and my number)."
During the Glee show, I got a voicemail from one of the other drivers, who just wanted to thank me for leaving my info. I was happy to hear that the elderly woman had left her info on their cars, too. The next day the owner of the third car -- the one that was basically TOTALED -- called to thank me profusely for leaving my info. Apparently the cops DID show up, and she arrived at the scene just as the police was finishing up their report.
While I felt good for stopping to assist, it took a day or two before I didn't feel like there was more I could've done for that elderly driver, but short of driving her home myself, I'd say I did OK.
"I love wearing champagne bubbles. I get to express a whole different side of myself, because even though I'm painfully shy and obsessed with death, I'm a really effervescent person." - Tina, Glee