The nearest death incident I remember wasn't my death, but was when we were out for coffee and I saw a car start to back over a toddler (while an adult stood right by it). I jumped out of my seat and grabbed the kid, but I was weirded out for the longest time. I couldn't believe what I had almost stared right at, and how no one else closer to the incident was paying any attention.
Yikes! That particular scenario pings me because my friend Robin lost her sister that way. A truck backed over her when she'd stepped off the curb briefly.
I think I'm out of work for the day. Not good.
Yikes! That particular scenario pings me because my friend Robin lost her sister that way. A truck backed over her when she'd stepped off the curb briefly.
Oh god, that's horrible!
I'm amazed I hit the brakes in time, because I could not process what was happening at first. It just seemed to break all assumptions about parking garages I'd been living under.
I work with someone who knows a NYC ME and he asked the ME once if he had learned anything about staying safe in the city since he saw so many causes of death. He said, stay on the sidewalk.
Once I was driving in a small Wisconsin town and a kid on a bike crossed the street right in front of me. I slammed on the brakes in time. The kid continued across the street, where a woman coming the other direction slammed on her brakes just in time. She yelled at him too, so I didn't have to.
Oh god, that's horrible!
It was. The worst part is that their mom was a young mother, and a neighbor had come over to have coffee. When the kids ran through the house from the backyard and out the front door, the neighbor told her they'd be safe in the front yard and not to worry, even though her instinct was to go immediately and get them from the unfenced front yard (in a quiet, suburban area).
I don't think her mother ever quite forgave herself for that.
At the same corner where I was hit a neighbor was almost run down on the sidewalk. A driver came down the same hill and around the same corner, only they didn't slow down at all and couldn't make the turn.
There's now a stop sign at that corner ... some people actually stop.
Roy Scheider was a serial killer from the 60s and 70s who liked to take pictures.
It was an also an episode of CSI: Miami. Though, I'm sure that one was based on William Richard Bradford since it was right after Eva LaRue's sister's photograph was on the LAPD poster.
I was nearly hit by a bus that did not yield coming around a corner... the reason I didn't step right out is that a month before, a pedestrian had been killed by the same bus at the same corner so I waited to see if it would stop. It didn't.
How do stupid, impatient people manage to run businesses? They can't keep track of what they're doing and get all fluttery, and I have to use Stern Voice to get them back on track. The supervisors don't like it when I pull out Stern Voice, but it's better than some idiot going all drama queen on me, which gets judged as "losing control of the call."
Maybe they all have someone capable of using a Get Back On Track Voice on them in their offices.
It's always amusing when an evaluation comes back with an extra note of "I'm amazed you kept your cool with that person."
