Mailstop

stepping out of the post office, I turned towards sounds of loud crashing glass and shredding metal. Through the bright summer morning I can see what just happened, two cars (actually, a guy in a pickup truck and a lady in a car) tried to challenge amber lights, and upon seeing another vehicle competing for the same amber, both sped-up to beat the other at the last second. Well, it didn't work out real good, see'ins how they both were thinkin' alike. At mach-speed, they veered away from each other at the last second, the pickup slipped by (and kept on goin) but the car with the lady crashed into the barbershop on the corner (that's what I heard) throngs of onlookers converged on the scene. The lady sprawled halfway out of her car, with her lower half wedged under the steering wheel, staring lifeless at the sky. Joking to the crowd, one of the Postmen standing around shouted "she musta wanted a haircut" I heard laughter echoing around me. Anger filled me, I wanted to shout "what about her family? they don't know how much their lives just changed! how can you laugh?" ....... the Postman went back inside to sell stamps ...... I went home ......... she went to the morgue for identification.