An Awkward Silence In The Car

I just hit that guy with my car, didn’t I? Oh my god. I just hit that guy and he flew over the guardrail and landed perfectly into the bed of a garbage truck going the other way. And I’m still driving! I mean, this is a hit and run right now. I’m doing a hit and run and I’m on the second part! Someone should put a stop to this, I should put a stop to this. Of course I can only safely put a stop to this at the next exit where I’ll look for a place to pull over and try to remember the exact scene of the mishap—wouldn’t call it a crime yet—which might be hard to track down with it being so dark out. Not to mention both the oblivious garbage truck driver and I have driven progressively further away in opposite directions so there’s really no fixed location that I could easily pinpoint and return to in time to undo anything that’s already been done. But I’ll sort that out and contact the authorities immediately. I just know he isn’t dead because he landed perfectly into that soft bed of trash. He’s probably a little banged up from me clipping him at seventy miles per hour but he couldn’t have asked for a better landing. He’s very lucky. So this isn’t a hit and run per se, it’s more of a hit and think. Yeah, hit and think. First you hit and then…think…