Yikes. It's the Crash of the Month, er Crash of the week club!
RantWoman never quite knows what to do with the word "psychic." RantWoman thought several times of calling Curmudgeon to check on recovery progress. What happenstance made RantWoman call just a few minutes after Curmudgeon and WingNut heard the clunk and screeching tires of yet another crash, this time car vs car at the same corner as their experience of #TrafficViolence. Wing Nut had just gone outside to take pictures and see what happened. Curmudgeon's voice was very soft when she picked up the phone and timidly told RantWoman what had just happened.
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All there was to say to both of them: I am so sorry you had to relive that again. Curmudgeon was noticeably calmer and better centered by the end of the call. Wing Nut texted later and said she is shell-shocked too. One of the women told RantWoman they had been talking to neighbors for awhile about one crash a month and the need to talk to the city. WingNut told RantWoman there was another crash on the Wednesday between theirs on Friday and the one tonight. That is more than one crash a week.
RantWoman will save thoughts of centered advocacy for other venues. Right now, RantWoman is just saying prayers for two people hurting and all the help flowing their way in spite of the pandemic.
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