Screech

Last night I invited AS over for the wonderful pork cutlets. I was frazzled from work and functioning erratically, but finally I pulled it together and we ate. AS suggested we walk the dog and then she would let me get back to the lab. We were walking toward the tennis courts where I thought Mac might be able to run around a little when we heard a screech. No crash ended it, and we sighed. "That's a terrible intersection," I said. About ten seconds later, we heard another crash, this one followed by a crash. We dithered about going to the accident scene, but AS had her phone with her and wanted to see if anyone had called the police. One car was still in the intersection, smashed, and another was by the side of the road, also banged up. A golden retriever was running around amongst the guys who had been playing basketball on the nearby court. The guys, who I've see playing at night before, are just edgy enough that I was surprised to see them with a golden retriever. Moments later I realized that it was AR's dog, and it was AR and ML who had been in the smashed up car. AR and ML were in shock and a bit roughed up but had no major injuries. Both airbags had deployed, and the passenger one had broken the front window. We hung out with them as things got sorted out (the other car had a stop and will probably be found at fault; a police report was made; paramedics cleared our heroes and, adorably, AR's dog). I went home to get my car so we could transfer everything from AR's car to mine when hers was towed away. Eventually I dropped everyone off and headed to the lab. Now I'm finally home. I have AR's dog so AR can easily stay at ML's for the night. This was not the evening I expected; I'm sure that's only a fraction as true for me as it is for AR and ML.