On a sticky August morning in 2008, I was driving sleepy-eyed to work at Wayne State University. I was newly married and decided not to take summer classes to give myself time to adapt to my new lifestyle. Going to work was my major chore for the day.
On my way I noticed there wasn't a stop sign at a cross-section which seemed bare. After looking both ways, I continued. Bam!
I was hit by a DTE truck. My car spun in 360 degrees. I was speechless and naturally began saying my prayers. This was the end, I thought.
After the car stopped, I got out and approached the other driver. "You hit me," said a 40-year-old or so man. He looked as puzzled as I was. He looked offended. His eyes questioned me. He spoke softly like a father chiding his child, gently but unforgiving.
I told him, "There was no stop sign. I didn't see you."
I called my husband who came with our insurance papers. A Detroit came to investigate the scene.
"My bosses are not going to be happy about this," said the DTE driver. His truck was dented. He pulled his truck to the right to avoid my car hitting him head on, he said. He was in my blind spot (too close for me to see him coming). He saved my life.
Two body-builder guys drove to the scene. They were the bosses. They asked me how I was doing, walked over to the cars and asked if they could snap pictures. Go ahead.
I told my story to the cop and to the bosses -- that I didn't see a stop sign. The cop and I walked over to the corner. The stop sign had been turned 45 degrees, in the wrong direction. It was also covered by long branches from a tree. The cop checked my documents, handed them back and left. He was kind and understanding. The bosses seemed satisfied with my answer and also took off. Only in Detroit.
On my way I noticed there wasn't a stop sign at a cross-section which seemed bare. After looking both ways, I continued. Bam!
I was hit by a DTE truck. My car spun in 360 degrees. I was speechless and naturally began saying my prayers. This was the end, I thought.
After the car stopped, I got out and approached the other driver. "You hit me," said a 40-year-old or so man. He looked as puzzled as I was. He looked offended. His eyes questioned me. He spoke softly like a father chiding his child, gently but unforgiving.
I told him, "There was no stop sign. I didn't see you."
I called my husband who came with our insurance papers. A Detroit came to investigate the scene.
"My bosses are not going to be happy about this," said the DTE driver. His truck was dented. He pulled his truck to the right to avoid my car hitting him head on, he said. He was in my blind spot (too close for me to see him coming). He saved my life.
Two body-builder guys drove to the scene. They were the bosses. They asked me how I was doing, walked over to the cars and asked if they could snap pictures. Go ahead.
I told my story to the cop and to the bosses -- that I didn't see a stop sign. The cop and I walked over to the corner. The stop sign had been turned 45 degrees, in the wrong direction. It was also covered by long branches from a tree. The cop checked my documents, handed them back and left. He was kind and understanding. The bosses seemed satisfied with my answer and also took off. Only in Detroit.
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