Elona forgot her jacket at church on Sunday, so Larisa and I ordered a taxi and went to get the jacket and do a little shopping.
In the center of town, about half way to our destination, there was a very loud Thump and I was suddenly laying horizontally on a collapsed seat back, looking at the cab roof. A car had hit our taxi from the rear and pushed it into the car in front. It was a hard collision with no sign that the car that hit us had made any attempt to brake, but no one was hurt because the impact was squarely bumper to bumper. Larisa bumped her head a little on something in the back, but the pain went away in a few minutes, and the cab driver was too damned mad to feel any pain.
When we got out, the teenage driver of the car behind us and his friend were standing by the open doors of their car. The friend was yelling, “Uri, I keep telling you that you have to hit the brakes once in a while, You can’t just keep hitting the gas pedal.!”
Larisa and I stood on the grassy center median for a few minutes watching the screaming and yelling and wondering what was going to happen next. The accident happened right in front of the local police station, where a dozen or so officers stood around the parking lot carefully ignoring the accident scene. Accidents require a police report, but there were not going to be any police volunteers today.
We were about to start walking when Dimitri showed up. He was in the car behind the one that hit us. He and his brother were on the way to a hardware store right across from the church, so they gave us a ride. It’s a small village.
Bad news – The only sad thing is that the 25 year old taxi was owned by the taxi driver, who is now out of work until he can replace it. I hope that brat that hit us had good insurance.