At Medieval Fair today, hammering on a piece, and hear a 'thump' from the street. First thought: "Crap, some dog just got hit". Look around to street and,
past corner of tent, see car come to stop, with a guy in front of the front wheel.
Say "Oh sh**", turn to daughter and say "911 NOW!".
Happily, lots of emergency medical help close by, but damn, I could have lived quite happily without seeing that.