Heading Home from the Wedding
Dear Z, As we were driving home from Pittsburgh, less than an hour into the trip, another car swerved in front of us and forced me to change lanes to avoid hitting him. What I didn’t see was another car nearby, fit snugly into my blind spot. Not knowing he was there, I ran into him. Hearing the crunch, I swung our car back to the right and regained our original position. The damaged car switched lanes too, slowed down,…