On Fri, 6/25, got a call from DH. Figured that he was just telling me that he had to go downtown to his company's data center or something like that. No, instead, I get an incoherent mumbling that he got into an accident. He doesn't know if he's bleeding (I asked), he doesn't know if he's got broken bones (I asked), he doesn't know where he's at (I asked), he just knows that he got hit. So I have him ask someone, anyone, where is he? He tells me the cross streets, which, on the best of days, is still 1/2 an hour away from where I'm at when I'm at work. I told him that I'll be there, hang tight, call 911, and I'll be there in 1/2 hour.
On a Friday afternoon.
During rush hour.
On an intersection that I vaguely know where he's at. I'm not very good with downtown Denver.. too many one-way streets and streets that were built during horse & buggy time, so they're SUPER narrow because everyone parks on the side of the road, plus all the trees are overgrown, so they block stop & street signs.
Yea, right.
Actually, took me 27 minutes. Had to cut down some side roads as I25 was blocked, Colorado Blvd was backed up for miles, Broadway is half closed for construction.. GAH!! not to mention I just don't KNOW that area very well.
Got to the intersection finally. Found DH sitting on the grass on the corner, looking like he was going to cry (which I do encourage) and the car being fought up the flatbed of a tow truck. I'm leaving the pictures super big so hopefully they'll enlarge nicely.
