A Day in the Life of a Brooklyn Driver
Sorry for the lack of updates this week. On Monday afternoon I was on my way to a wake for a good friend's father. About a mile from my house I was in a car crash and I'm in quite a bit of pain right now. My daughter's got some pictures and we'll get them posted up on line soon, but my little red Suzuki is no more.
As I was waiting at a red light, a woman in a US Post Office uniform crashed into the rear of my car. The force of the impact knocked me into a Toyota in front of me and pinned my car into a school bus on the left.
After totaling my car and causing a four car collision, this woman got out of her Lincoln Navigator, with her "diva" and "chocolate divas" stickers all over the Navigator, looked around and left. I don't know why but while I was on the phone with 911, I had enough sense to get her license plate. Something told me she was going to bolt.
What kind of person causes a four car accident, involving school children and an elderly driver of the Toyota, leaves the scene?
Now I hear that the registered owner of the car is denying being the driver. I don't know for sure, since the driver didn't speak to anyone before leaving the scene of the accident, but the registered owner is a woman who's name matches the ethnicity of presumed driver. I hope I get to do a police lineup. I can identify her. I saw her.
To this driver whomever she is, I just hope she's having as a many sleepless nights as I am since the accident. Not from the physical pain as I am, but from the pain of a guilty conscience.
Accidents happen baby. Leaving the scene is unforgivable and criminal.