It seems that drama never seems to leave me life...okay, now I'm scottish...MY life.

I was doing laundry the other night and my tradition is I call my mom whenever I do laundry...don't ask me why. It just happened that way.

Because cell phones interfere with the machines, I have to take my calls outside. So mom and I are catching up talking about our bunnies holiday coming up (ofcourse!) and I suddenly see two cars plow into each other...so hard of a collision that they spin TOGETHER up onto the sidewalk and slam into the side of the building. So, myself and 4 other high school guys tended to the guy whose drivers door was completely smashed in and whose airbag did not inflate. He was convulsing and bleeding all over the place. All this while, both cars are still running and gasoline had been leaking all over the sidewalk. After I told them to shut off the cars, this hoochie who runs the laundrymat starts yelling to tilt the guys head back to stop the bleeding and when I explained to her he was gargling on his own blood, but that I was supporting his neck...she decided to light up a cigerette...like she had the freakin' accident! Clearly, this is not a good situation when someone that STUPID lights up around a plethota of gasoline. So, I yelled at her to put it out and to get this guy a clean towel...after all they are a laundrymat! It's amazing...high school kids often aren't given the credit they deserve. They're treated as punks...sometimes they are actually punks, but if it wasn't for these guys listening to me and moving fast, I don't even want to think about it. One of these guys actually gave us the shirt of his back to stop the bleeding ...this was ofcourse before hoochiemama couldn't stop flapping her jaw to put her self to some sort of use. In any event, the cops and ambulance finally came and took over.

I swear this is the third accident in my neighborhood (Park Slope) that I've witnessed and I've only lived there ...almost 8 months. In these three accidents, it was interesting to me that I was the only woman who stopped and is some cases... the only person.

This situation surprised me...particularly how you can truely tell someone's character in a crisis event. Would you believe after this was all over and I still had to finish my laundry, that someone asked that laundrywoman what happened and she screamed at them something like, "I wasn't there! She was the one who saw everything! WHy don't you ask her?!" and slammed the door. Okay...just don't know.

I think what made me realize even more of the human condition is the fact that (because people saw me with the injured guy) close to 5 people asked me what happened. They also asked me if I was alright and then (thinking objectively because I clearly wasn't) put the thought in my head that he'll probably just have a broken nose and that the situation could have been much worse.

And they're right. It could have been.

There could have been someone on the sidewalk.