post the hundred-forty-eighth, 2013

there was a wreck on the way home. i didn't see the crash but i was caught in the traffic jam with emergency vehicles zorching past on both sides. four lanes of road and i chose the rightmost and turned out it was the most right. i mean, correct. most correct. the wreckage was in the leftmost, so i didn't have to merge or anything to get past the two SUVs and the one car and the assorted emergency vehicles. when passing something like that, i always want to see if i recognize the crashed cars, but of course, with everyone trying to get-past-while-also-looking, too much rubbernecking will land you in a wreck of your own. so i looked briefly and saw the two SUVs and the one car and several folks just standing with their hands at their sides, wondering what exactly happened to their normal, run of the mill, bored-but-glad-it's-friday commute home. at least one first-responder was kneeling beside a body of whose shod feet i saw the soles. you see? this person was on his back. i say "his" because those were some big feet. so, one person on the ground receiving attention of some sort and maybe only the one... doesn't seem too bad of odds for a freeway crash. i mean, i drive on that freeway every day and let me tell you, the people out there show a marked disregard for the laws of both physics and posted maximum speed.