The old lady
She was demented. Age had taken it's toll. She had a dog, I think it used to be a Jack Russell but now it was a flea-bitten mangey skin and bone yapping machine. It's name was Cinderella. She still managed to take the dog for a walk and was always dressed in a thick coat and wooly hat even if it was one of those record breaking scorching hot July days.

I was coming out of my front door one day, I lived in a small cul-de-sac off quite a busy road. I heard a big screech of brakes and another screech and the sound of one car smashing into another car. I walked up to the cul-de-sac entrance to see the old lady walking very slowly across the main road, a car stopped just inches from her with another car hanging out the back of it and the drivers of both cars shouting abuse both at her and each other.

She didn't even glance towards the carnage that she had created, just plodded across with her ragged companion.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 14:17, 1 reply)

Well, tecnically
it was all the driver at the backs fault. He was obviously too close to the car in front. Pedestrians have right of way.
Line Break here
I think I love that woman. I hope to be old one day so I can get away with shit like this.
( Sextant goes to him is emotionally erect, on this day, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 10:45, closed)