Heading home last night around 7pm, I witnessed an accident on the bridge. Phew. Not going to get involved in specifics for the victim’s sake- but I will tell you it wasn’t that bloody. Some random observations on accidents on the bridge after the jump.

The bridge shakes really hard when you’re standing on it. It’s so beautiful up there, and in a way I wonder how much that contributes to accidents- people gazing off at the mist and clouds above the water among the islands, and the sunset, and not the stop and go traffic around them? Cell phones are great. Imagine before when we didn’t have them, and something happened and a zillion people passing by didn’t call 911 for you. I know- and yet how many accidents have been caused by cell phones?

I was so shaken up that I couldn’t find my phone, much the less dial, but another, less involved person made the call behind me. When you’re shaken up/in a state of mild shock, you focus on very strange things in slow motion. The disinfectant the cop was wiping on his hands very, very slowly. The wedge heels of one of the women, that were almost 4 inches tall.

There’s a strange combination of gravity and concern over the injured person, and needing to clear the bridge before a major traffic jam starts.

Phone conversation with sister: “You know it’s a matter of time before you are involved in an accident on the Bridge.” Her: “Or 280.” Me: “Or 101.” Her: “Or 880.” Etc.- the list went on.