Should I Call?

When it comes to dilemmas of whether to call or not, they usually involve a girl. This was a little bit different.

After the hockey game last night, I dropped Nicole off at home. On my way back, I was driving on 34th Ave. A older, boxy American car turned into the street I was driving on ahead of me. The turn it made was kind of wild and I was surprised the car coming in the other direction wasn't a little bit spooked since it looked like the front corners of both cars may collide.

Then the car switched lanes on a two lane road, which meant it was going down the wrong side of the street. It stopped at the red light and signaled to turn left. It started pulling out before the light fully changed and started heading north on 111th Street, not before being honked at the cars heading the opposite direction.

I think everyone has a moment of hesitation before a moment of action. For introverts like myself, these moments of hesitation usually draw out and take over moments of action. A common example is on the bus. I always feel I should give up my seat to my elders but there's a moment of hesitation. It'll drag on and on and before I know it someone else has given up their seat.

But this was different. The guy driving down the wrong side of the street seemed to be impaired. If I didn't do anything, someone could get hurt. Someone could die. I don't think I could sleep at night if I knew my action, or inaction, lead to somebody's death. So I called 911 and told my story, who forwarded me to the police department where I repeated my story. I hope the guy was just confused or, if he was drunk, I hope he was apprehended. I'll never know but, at least, I made the call.