Makaka (not certain of spelling), for South Asians, Sand Niggers apply to Turkish descent and is a slur of Russian origin, and Towelheads for Arabs/Persians

Not that i approve of any of that, but still

I was heading to work this morning with my carpool partner when we saw two cars, one on each side of the road.  I thought it may have been a road block.  When we got closer, we realized that itwas a car accident.  The female passenger was in the second vehicle sitting in the front seat with a mangled face.  Apparently, her head hit the windshield.  The male passenger was walking around in pain.  I'm pretty sure his arm was broken.  He complained about neck pain, too.  The driver was dead, pinnedbetween the steering wheel and the drivers seat.  His legs were crushed.

My carpool partner was a cop 30 years ago and I was  (and depending on who you ask, I still am) a cop, too.  We tookcontrol until the local authorities arrived and then we headed on to work.  I can still smell alcohol and death on me.  

What a way to start your day!

I was heading to work this morning with my carpool partner when we saw two cars, one on each side of the road.  I thought it may have been a road block.  When we got closer, we realized that itwas a car accident.  The female passenger was in the second vehicle sitting in the front seat with a mangled face.  Apparently, her head hit the windshield.  The male passenger was walking around in pain.  I'm pretty sure his arm was broken.  He complained about neck pain, too.  The driver was dead, pinnedbetween the steering wheel and the drivers seat.  His legs were crushed.

My carpool partner was a cop 30 years ago and I was  (and depending on who you ask, I still am) a cop, too.  We tookcontrol until the local authorities arrived and then we headed on to work.  I can still smell alcohol and death on me.  

What a way to start your day!

I was heading to work this morning with my carpool partner when we saw two cars, one on each side of the road.  I thought it may have been a road block.  When we got closer, we realized that itwas a car accident.  The female passenger was in the second vehicle sitting in the front seat with a mangled face.  Apparently, her head hit the windshield.  The male passenger was walking around in pain.  I'm pretty sure his arm was broken.  He complained about neck pain, too.  The driver was dead, pinnedbetween the steering wheel and the drivers seat.  His legs were crushed.

My carpool partner was a cop 30 years ago and I was  (and depending on who you ask, I still am) a cop, too.  We tookcontrol until the local authorities arrived and then we headed on to work.  I can still smell alcohol and death on me.  

What a way to start your day!

I hate daylight savings time...that is all.

Jesus christ, I don't think I would of been able to handle that. Good thing you guys showed up.

Well, the guy still died.  That sucked.  All we did was keep the crowd back, direct traffic, and stuff.  Funny thing--I think I'm missing something that I should have.  Like a part of me.  After that happened, it had no effect on me.  Nothing.  It's like I should feel sad or something but I don't.  I don't feel anything.  I know nothing's more sacred than life but even being there as somebody died had zero effect on me or my day.

It's sad.  You guys sorta make me feel like a hero but the fact of the matter is that I don't want any one of you to be like me.  Things are different when you see how things really work--that the police aren't always there in the nick of time, that we aren't all knowing or whatever.  One of the guys on the scene even recognized me.  He said "Officer Lewis, you police up here, now?" It's like my presence alone was reassuring but I didn't really do anything.

I'm rambling.