August 4th, 2011


How not to drive...

Some unanticipated excitement last night, thanks to my offer to drive Carl home after Pixel Trivia. He was the one who first spotted the minivan in the ditch at the Uptown Road curve, and after I let him out, I pulled back over there and saw the driver crawling in the middle of my traffic lane. Good thing I was paying attention.

How not to drive...I stopped in the lane and put on my four-way flashers, called 911, then got out to see if he needed any immediate help. He was -- disoriented is a nice way to put it. (He should not have been driving.) He asked me what he should do, and I suggested if he was feeling up to it, moving a little more toward the edge of the road wouldn't be a bad idea, but help was on the way.

The first sheriff's deputy had to have been less than a minute in arriving, followed in quick succession by a Cayuga Heights police officer and a couple of CHFD rescuers in their own vehicles. (Did a double-take when one got out of his car and said "Hey, Mark." No, of course I shouldn't be surprised.) Another couple of minutes, and a fire truck was there.

I let them know that he'd told me he was the only one in the car, but I hadn't checked in or around it beyond a quick glance, so they gave it a good going-over just in case. They asked a few questions about whether I'd been involved in the accident, how I'd found him, and what else he'd said, then took down some contact info and told me I could go.

The adrenaline meant it was a while before I was interested in going to sleep, so I'm even a little logier than usual for a Thursday. (Trivia moving from 10 to 9 has helped a lot, but I'm sometimes still out until last call on Wednesdays.)