Sitting by the roadside … still picking glass out of my hair … I wonder what will happen next. I’d called … who will they send … what questions will they ask?

Then, head lights … an older women. She walks up to me, asks what happened. I tell her I don’t know, it was so fast; as I begin to cry, she hugs me, pats my back. It’s okay – she’s here now.

A large man gets out, ; she wipes the tears away and asks, “but, you are okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just the car.”

“We can deal with that,” she says. “It’s what we’re here for.”

The big man walks up, sniffs, looks at the cars, calculates, and looks at me hard.

“So you okay,” he says.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out $20’s.

“Ere. Get yourself something to eat at dat diner over dare; I’ll look after dis.”

I take the money and as I walk away, I hear:

“EY ASSHOLE, WHAT’D YOU DO TO MY CLIENT!”

Suddenly, I realize I have the best insurance ever!

Mommy and the Mob Because deep down, you want a hug and the for other guy to pay!