Why, Hello God! What Are You Doing at the Hellmouth?
Yesterday, as The Girl, two of her friends and I were shopping, a pickup truck slammed through the front door of the Hellouth and into the jewelry department, pushing jewelry cases into the electronics department and almost to sporting goods. Glass rain showered the store.
The driver of the pickup had suffered a heart attack while navigating the parking lot and had passed out with his foot jammed against the accelerator. He was unconscious behind the wheel when the truck burst through the heavy front doors of the store. The truck hit at least four people and numerous other people were injured by flying glass.
It could have been the most tragic thing that our small city had ever experienced.
Instead, not one person was seriously injured. The driver himself was upgraded today from critical to serious condition.
Just prior to the truck hitting the building, I had been in the electronics department, picking up a memory card for my camera. The girls were in the pharmacy section grabbing something for me; we had just rendezvoused in the grocery section when we heard the first in a series of loud crashes followed by the store employees’ frantic calls for help on the loudspeakers.
The Hellmouth is the last place I ever expected to feel the grace of God but, there you are; we were all together in the safest section of the store when the accident occurred, none of the people hit by the car were injured badly enough to require long-term hospitalization and the driver is expected to make a full recovery.
God was looking out for us and angels were working overtime. In fact, the only casualty of the accident was the Hellmouth’s daily profit margin.
Aww, poor widdle Hellmouth.
P.S. I did not take this picture. Unlike some people, I am not a lookie-loo who gets in the way of emergency personnel when they need to do their job. Just sayin'. Also, I have never seen so many cell phones whipped out so fast by so many people in my entire life.