When the officer arrived he had me move from the far lane to behind the car that hit me. I knew that I wasn’t going to see the person driving the car when I saw the officer put his hand on his gun. "He bailed" I thought. I watched as the police officer looked around. He was long gone. It was funny to hear the officer explain how far I was compared to how far the abandoned car was. The other officers kept asking if I saw anyone. He kept saying she was way back there she couldn’t have seen them.
So far the car wasn’t reported stolen. That’s good news if they are legal. They didn’t find insurance papers in the car. Once again I’m hit without anyone but me to pick up the tab.
The police were more then nice about it all. They ware very careful with me and made sure I was safe. I give those folks a lot of gratitude for what they do and will be thanking them with a letter to the station.
My husband and a friend came as soon as they could to rescue me. We dropped the kids at her home and went to the hospital to have me checked out. BTW the ER wasn’t fun so much. It took forever. When they asked me about what happened I said last night at . . . . they thought it was funny but honestly it took hours to be seen. I’m a sticker about seat belts and I stick to the speed limit. I’m sore and have some good drugs but I’m fine. God was watching over me last night.