"She crashed her car into my car!" is how the woman yelled. It was the sound of the word "crash" and how it came out of that woman's mouth that begot me, and not the crunching sound of her sandwiched vehicle. The mindset of her baritone was marked not by discomfort, but by her sense of entitlement. Her sense of pride. Pride is what dominated that accident. How dare someone damage her car!, is how she thought.
Well how dare someone believe that any "accident" can be a happy one? Even a cinematic one. The cameras for sale at the market were pretty damn expensive.
