“Are you okay?” The man asked again with a tone that was softer and more high-pitched than his exterior would suggest.
I took a deep breath. Looked the guy up and down.
“I’m okay. Are you?” I asked through the still-closed window.
“Yeah,” the man agreed with a nod which quickly turned to a shake. “Messed up though. You aren’t going to call the cops are you?”
I shook my head. The man didn’t appear drunk, but judging by the accident he caused, I assumed he was drunk.
I had no plans on calling the cops. I was borderline drunk myself. All I wanted to do was drive the fuck out of there. Get home, and sleep off the booze.
“Good,” the man garnished his agreement with a glazed look and a lazy thumbs up.
With that, the man walked over to the other side of the road where his rusted Ford pickup truck rested halfway off of the road. I watched him until he disappeared around the other side of the truck.
I fired up the engine of my Camry as soon as he was out of sight. Sighed when the thing roared to life. Time to get back on the road.
I put the car in gear and heard the worst grating sound I have ever heard come from the front of my car.
“Shiiiiiiiiit,” I let out a deflated curse.