Scarpozzi
Lifer
.....and I started to see brake lights everywhere. I was in the right lane waiting to take my exit and I noticed everyone in my lane switching over to the center lane. Finally, it was my turn to switchover because there was a car turned around in the middle of the lane. It looked as though it had flipped a couple of times and was very badly dented up. As I got to the middle lane and passed the car, I realized that I knew the guys in the car. I stopped to see if they needed any help. They were trying to find a cellphone so I offered mine to them. They had one of those dinky spare tires on the back of the car and the rubber was totally gone. I then saw a woman approaching and she told one of the guys to go with her. A few seconds later, an SUV ended up pulling into the scene with its hazard lights on. They ended up scooping the other guy up and asking me to tell the cops that I was driving? I was like, "WTF?" I said, "Can't....that's my ride." And I pointed to my jeep with its hazard lights on. They all ended up speeding off and I was left standing there with a car on the freeway. I didn't actually witness the wreck and didn't want to have to explain anything to anyone so I ended up getting back to my vehicle and I went home. How is that for a messed up way to end a Sunday evening?