He was in a great hurry to get home.
All things considered, he was one of those people who was always running late. He was always behind. Tonight though, he had to make an effort. They were invited out and he couldn’t be late. His wife always got really annoyed with him when they arrived late for things. He sat shaking his head when he hit delays in the traffic. To make matters worse, when cars started moving again he was confronted with crazy pedestrians running across the road between vehicles. This was followed by a power outage and a number of street lamps suddenly went out. He was racing along one of the dimly lit streets when he felt a bump. It was as though he’d run over something. He pulled up. Looking back he could just make out a bundle of something in the gutter. Of course, he drove on. He was running late. An hour later, he finally arrived home. He ran in, looking at the time.
He was running upstairs calling out with an apology and a complaint about being made to work late by the boss, when the phone went. He went back down and picked up. The voice was telling him that his wife had been the victim of a hit-and-run accident. After replacing the phone, he stood, rooted to the spot with his head reeling. There was so much going through his mind. Several minutes later he went out to the car. He examined it carefully. Sure enough, he found the dent… and the blood. He knew what he had to do.
He filled a bucket with soapy water.
