I had a rent house for sale and a cleaning lady and I were there doing last minute touches and we left for a bit. When we came back, I could see something was wrong but my mind couldn’t take it in. There were people standing in the yard and police were there. I finally realized there was an enormous hole in the house.
Stunned, I went to a cop and said that is my house and what happened? He said a car went into the house. They had already removed the car. This house was high above the road and for a car to go UP into the yard, crash though a brick planter, and all the way into a bedroom meant it had to be going really fast. The people who had moved out, had a baby in that room plus the cleaning lady and/or I could have been in that room and smashed when the car went through.
The cop said the two people in the car were okay. As we moved away from the cop, my lady friend said, “Thank goodness the driver and other person in the car were not hurt.” I said, “I don’t care if the driver was killed.” Friend said, “You don’t mean that.” I said to her, “I said I don’t care if she was killed.” Friend said, “Okay.”
My husband was in the hospital with cancer and I was in no mood to be kind to the f...... driver who just rammed through the house after new carpet had been put down and house ready to sell and now I had more hell to go through to get the house fixed.
That happened a few years ago in my neighborhood. I came home one night about 9 or 10 PM, and saw there was a news helicopter hovering with a huge spotlight on something.
Some moron, I’m guessing a drunken moron, had run a stop sign at a “T” intersection, and drove right into the living room of a house.