Deputy C. Johnson - Deputy R. Williams
Responding To A Traffic Accident
10:41 a.m.
"We are responding to a, ah, traffic accident over on .. what's the name of the corner? Oh never mind - you'll see when we get there. I know where it is," says Johnson.
"Someone had a little fender bender," comments Williams.
Johnson turns on the right blinker and the lights and turns after checking traffic.
"Will you look at that? I don't even see anybody moving," says Williams while looking at the traffic they are approaching.
They pull up to a stop behind the backed up traffic.
"Well, this is ridiculous. Where's the two truck?" asks Johnson.
Williams looks out the window and goes back in, "It's slower than a snail. Girl, it's not moving in all directions."
"How are we going to get to them?"
"Well, we could back up and take George Street."
"I don't know ... I don't want to back up yet..." says Johnson.
"It's easy. Don't be afraid. we'll just ease on back slowly," she turns around, "there's no one behind us."
"We could hit something. Maybe we should just go there on foot."
"On foot? Girl, it's 90 degrees out there. I'm not going to haul my fat ass a block to an accident."
"You're right. we'll just go ahead and..." Johnson looks behind her and then back and puts the cruiser back into park.
"What?" Williams turns around. They are boxed in.
"I don't believe this," she says.
Car horns start honking all over.
Responding To A Traffic Accident
10:41 a.m.
"We are responding to a, ah, traffic accident over on .. what's the name of the corner? Oh never mind - you'll see when we get there. I know where it is," says Johnson.
"Someone had a little fender bender," comments Williams.
Johnson turns on the right blinker and the lights and turns after checking traffic.
"Will you look at that? I don't even see anybody moving," says Williams while looking at the traffic they are approaching.
They pull up to a stop behind the backed up traffic.
"Well, this is ridiculous. Where's the two truck?" asks Johnson.
Williams looks out the window and goes back in, "It's slower than a snail. Girl, it's not moving in all directions."
"How are we going to get to them?"
"Well, we could back up and take George Street."
"I don't know ... I don't want to back up yet..." says Johnson.
"It's easy. Don't be afraid. we'll just ease on back slowly," she turns around, "there's no one behind us."
"We could hit something. Maybe we should just go there on foot."
"On foot? Girl, it's 90 degrees out there. I'm not going to haul my fat ass a block to an accident."
"You're right. we'll just go ahead and..." Johnson looks behind her and then back and puts the cruiser back into park.
"What?" Williams turns around. They are boxed in.
"I don't believe this," she says.
Car horns start honking all over.