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My son spilled his chocolate milk.

Cleaning up delayed us between three and five minutes.

So we ran to the movie theater.

One of the cool things about my neighborhood, as I've mentioned before, is the plethora of things to do within walking distance.*

Tonight we were going to the movies. The theater was just around the corner from the house. We could make it if we ran.

My kids changed their clothes, jammed their feet into their sneakers, and we sprinted out the door. We heard the sound of sirens as we ran up the street. The cop car pulled up in front of the Cinema and stayed there, blocking our view of the front.

We stopped across the street. "What happened?" I asked a woman standing on the street.

"A car lost control and slammed into that pole in front of the Cinema."

We got as close as we could. The pole was sitting about a foot deep into the car's grille. The cops were just getting there. This meant the accident happened about three to five minutes ago.

Had my son not spilled his chocolate milk, we probably would have been right on that corner when the car hit.

This is the second automobile accident that I've been close to in the past three weeks. I've been debating whether or not to take my van into the shop to check on a strange vibration.

The van's going into the shop on Monday.

Yeharr

*Even though we've moved since this post, we're still in the same neighborhood.