So… What?

Thanks for the idea, Norm.

I really didn’t know what I was going to write about in this post. I have been tired all day, not able to get any sleep after what happened last night a 3:55 a.m.

So… What happened?

The monkey sitting at the random screwy events typewriter decided to write about late-night driving done by tired women.

I was awakened by a loud smash. Followed by the sound of metal and plastic in a trash compactor accompanied by a screeching sound that obviously had to be producing sparks. Sorta like a car rolling over. Then a car alarm sounded like someone was breaking into a car.

I was smart enough to put my shoes on. It was a cold night, so I had my red pajamas on rather than being naked. I grabbed my phone to go look and stumbled downstairs, bleary-eyed and ready to find a crashed airplane on our side lawn.

But it wasn’t an airplane. I dreamed about that part. It was a compact car with a caved-in front fender and crushed parts that suggested it had rolled completely over and come to rest on its wheels again.

Once the alarm had gone off, the car had gone completely dark. I looked for smoke… none. I looked for movement on the driver’s side, and there was none.

I was certain it was a very bad outcome. I was completely awake by that time, and I knew the most helpful thing I could do was call 911. The neighbor to the south appeared, and he went to check on the driver as he heard me talking to the 911 operator.

There were three police cars in about two minutes, and an ambulance came seconds afterward.

The lady who had been driving woke up and opened her car door before the police arrived. And she seemed fine. She told the neighbor that she had fallen asleep at the wheel. She had glanced off the side of the huge live oak on the corner by our house, tearing off a chunk of bark. She wasn’t sure her car had rolled over, but she thought it had. She seemed okay. Maybe being asleep and relaxed had made her rubbery enough to not get badly hurt. She had been wearing a seatbelt with a shoulder harness, and it helped save her life.

The police and ambulance took over then. I went back to bed to obsess about what happened for what was left of my night.

So, I haven’t given up, Norman. But, I haven’t slept enough. And I haven’t figured it all out, yet.