The story goes something like this. I'm driving up I-87 (the northway) to go home from work yesterday. The Northway starts at Western Ave (which is where I park my car) That exit is obviously exit 1, I live at exit 8. On a normal day it takes me about 30 minutes to get from downtown to my car and about 30 minutes to get from my car home on I-87. So yesterday per usual I got in my car and started driving home. The minute I hit the Northway there was traffic and it didn't let up- so around exit 4 my thought was "Damn it someone better be fucking dead up there or I am gonna be fucking pissed off" and I continued to drive. It seems that when ever anything happens on the Northway (either minor or major) traffic stops for HOURS. Hot and pissed off the maxium speed I reached was about 10 miles per hour. At exit 5 I said to hell with it and figured I would get off at the next exit (6 which goes to Route 9 and by my apartment) as I am switching lanes the traffic clears and on the south side I-87 was a terrible accident- 22 year old guy died as a result of a 21 year old girl taking a flying leap over the median....I started to cry hysterically in the car I felt so bad that I had even thought someone should be dead- I had no idea. I can't escape the thought.

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L'absence est à l'amour ce qu'est au feu le vent; Il éteint le petit, il allume le grand.
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And I know this feeling of saying/thinking the wrong thing...

In your case, while I would feel better knowing there was a real problem ahead, I would still be very pissed off at the number of people who insist on rubber-necking during rush-hour traffic. People please, it's not your daughter out there, you can't do anything to help, just go by at a normal speed and mind your own damn business!

Hope that makes you feel better.

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Originally posted by Observer:
People please, it's not your daughter out there, you can't do anything to help, just go by at a normal speed and mind your own damn business!

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Hey you never know...
On the daughter part, can't relate.. But on the you can't help part, not true.
My father stopped at a flipped car once..
He got the people out of the car... Which was also dripping gas and coulda blown at any time. You never know, he might have saved their lives..

There is at least one accident every day on the Dual Carriageway near my house, people are used to them being there but they still go into snail mode and stare.

I mean i really feel like shouting at these people to just get it over with so the rest of us sane people can get where we're going.

I bet the last thought going through that persons mind was "oh crap i didnt mean to hurt someone else" that'll teach em to go jump off a bridge then wont it!

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This message has been edited by ic0n0 on August 08, 2001 at 12:39 PM

Alan would always bitch and complain about getting called out to this really high overpass. You see, there was a guy who routinely held up traffic by threatening to jump off the side, and Alan would always be the one dispatched to talk him down.

This would happen at least once or twice a month. The guy would show up, threaten to kill himself, and eventually get talked down. He was arrested, and even put into outpatient psychiatric care. Still, every now and then, he'd be back up on that overpass, and Alan would come back out.

One especially hot day, the guy was at it again. Alan went out there, and asked the guy to come down. The guy refused. So Alan said, "Look, buddy. I'm fucking sick of this routine. You come out here all the fucking time, and I come out here to drag your ass down, and you fucking hold up traffic, and make everyone's life fucking miserable. What the fuck? Stop wasting my fucking time! If you're going to jump, then fucking jump!"

So the guy jumped.

Alan came back to work after two weeks.

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Originally posted by CatKnight:
i remember when this stupid prick was threataning to commit suicide by jumping off the woodrow wilson bridge...backed up traffic for EIGHT FUCKING HOURS. in case you don't know, the woodrow wilson bridge is basically the only way across the potomic to get from virginia to d.c. to maryland without driving a long fucking way to the 14th street bridge. anyway the guy never jumped, so it was a huge fucking waste of resources.

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*laugh*
Something like that happened here a few years back, but this dude was standing on a bridge that was like eight feet tall threatening to jump. The classic rock station played 'Jump' by Van Halen just for him

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Originally posted by RenegadeSnark:
If you have a problem with the average IQ around here, don't do things to lower it.

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