While driving down Main Street in Logan Utah today I spotted a car with a mashed-in front stalled in an intersection, with the young woman driver standing next to it crying on a celphone. Cars were passing around her on both left and right; nobody seemed to be helping. So I drove around the block to get back to that intersection, parked and walked to it. As I got to the car, another pedestrian came by at the same time and we both asked if she was alright and if she’d called the cops (yes and yes). The other feller and I then pushed the car out of the intersection. He split, I waited for a minute or two until the police arrived, then I wandered off, my minimal job completed.
The accident was a minor fender-bender (she rear-ended a Jeep, which was parked nearby and looked *pristine,* while her little car was mashed but good), and nobody seems to have gotten hurt. A minor case of not braking adequately at a stoplight, it seemed. But what was annoying was that until I drove around the block, parked and walked up to her, some unknown length of time after the actual accident, *nobody* stopped to render aid.
Feh.
And I couldn’t help but notice the plethora of Obama bumper stickers on the cars that were just wandering right on by the accident without stopping. “Hope” strikes again.
