On 27 August 2008, a girl rear-ended me and totalled both of our cars. I hopped out of my car (sudden trauma makes me giddy) and was gonna go strike up a conversation with her--maybe even ask her to walked to the fast food restaurant we were wrecked in front of while we waited for the police to show up--but she didn't look like she was in the mood, so I didn't.
I wonder how that would've worked out. She was falling to pieces at the time: would offering her a greasy burger cheer her up or make her feel worse?
Guess I'll never know....
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