Picture This Episode Two
My son-in-law took my 15-year-old granddaughter for a driving lesson.
She has a permit so she needed an adult.
On the way back they stopped for ice cream, and she wanted to eat hers
so my son-in-law was driving back.
A truck tried to get in between my son-in-law’s car and a new Camaro.
This is a two lane road, but the truck was driving too fast to stop, so it sideswiped
them both.
My son-in-law said he watched the other driver in full police uniform get out of the
brand new Camaro. He thought “This is going to be good!”
The driver of the truck pulled out, squealing his tires.
The police officer told my son-in-law “I can’t go after him.
I just got off duty. Did you get his plate number?”
My son-in-law said, “It happened too fast. Didn’t you get it?”
My 15-year-old granddaughter held up a piece of paper.
“I got it,” she said.
Proud?
You bet.
We learned later that the hit and run driver is also only fifteen.
It will be years before
he drives again,
and I cannot imagine his parents’ delight or
the enthusiasm of his
uncle when he gets to make that phone call tonight to the child's parents.
A difficult lesson.
Especially when you hit-and-run.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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