Junkyard 2 Week 4

While driving home last night, I turned past a flipped Mercedes, a passerby kneeling in front of the driver window, and three men with radios not directing my traffic. He flipped over the curbed mud puddle, avoiding some nonexistent animal or man walking along. Half-tempted to pull over and help, I instead parked in my driveway down the street and watched three deer feed on my dead grass.