Second Opinion
I got rear-ended on the highway again (Atlanta). I wasn’t hurt because traffic was barely moving (Atlanta). The car that hit me was also rear-ended.
We pulled to the side of the highway.
“You alright?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
The woman in the middle of the collision sandwich stared at her damaged rear bumper, then at the new Lexus that hit her.
She looked up to the sky, then dialed her phone.
“I already reported it,” I said.
“I’m calling a lawyer.”
“Are you hurt?”
“Maybe.”
One of the six injury attorneys above us on billboards would give her the answer.
Illustration by Steve Spetseris
LOL, you got me. I thought she was praying, until the billboard answered. Plot twist.
Atlanta