For the next twenty-five minutes, the woman stayed locked inside her car, completely engrossed in her phone conversation. But suddenly, her screen flashed with a new notification. It was a call from the bistro across the street letting her know her food was finally ready for pickup.
Smiling, she grabbed her purse and pushed her driver’s side door open to step out—and THUD. The door hit the massive rubber tire of the lumber truck after moving barely an inch. Confused, she tried again, harder, only for the door to violently rebound. She looked out her side window and realized she was staring directly into a wall of industrial steel.
Panic and rage set in. Realizing she was entirely trapped, she began a frantic, clumsy rush to scramble across the center console to the passenger side. In her anger, her expensive designer heel caught the dashboard, leaving a massive, jagged scuff mark across the leather. To make matters worse, her elbow knocked her large iced coffee out of the cup holder, sending a sticky brown wave all over her pristine passenger seat. By the time she awkwardly tumbled out of the passenger door onto the pavement, her outfit was disheveled, her car interior was ruined, and she was absolutely foaming at the mouth.