Scene: a parking lot outside a convenience store, Lincoln Heights
“The interview went really well.” I told my friend as I got into the car. It was dreadfully hot outside and I was near the point of heat stroke. Thankfully, home wasn’t far away.
“Awesome. When will you know?”
“Soon. Give me a second I’m driving.”
I backed up the car as a classic burgundy mustang zipped in. It was too late.
I got out and talked to the other driver. It couldn’t have come at a worse time. My car insurance had lapsed. He was calm about it and was willing to work with me.
I took a deep breath and got back into my car. I turned left out of the parking lot and eased my way into the intersection to turn left again.
In the opposite direction is a bit of an incline. It is not uncommon for people to fire down this piece of road enroute to the freeway.
As I looked to check if it was clear it felt as if time sped up. The next few seconds could have been hours. A car veered and screeched its tires behind me to turn left. Another car next to me blurred on the other side. The next thing that I saw was the van.
I got out of the car and talked to everyone.
“Is everyone ok? Is everyone ok.”
A family appeared and walked around. Everyone nodded their heads that they were alright. Everyone.. except him.
“Why the fuck did you hit my cousin’s car?”