The boyfriend and I saw the craziest thing yesterday morning… we saw some dude in a motorized wheelchair get hit by a truck. For real, a truck.

If you didn’t know, I work in crazy Everett, a densely-packed mini city just north of Boston. And one thing I’ve noticed about this city, aside from its obsessive love of local politics and high school football, is the abundance of old guys on Rascal scooters.

Anyway, this morning we were heading down Rt. 16 toward my office to pick up my check. While stopped at a red light, my boyfriend and I were discussing the day’s agenda. Go here, do this, stop here, etc and so forth. All of a sudden, my boyfriend screams, “Oh shit!” and I instantaneously hear a loud bang. I look to my left and, I kid you not, see a very large man in one of those Rascal scooters being hurled into the air after getting hit by a truck. It looked as though he was trying to cross the street as the truck was trying to make a right turn.

Even when the light turned green, six lanes of traffic just sat there stunned.

But don’t worry. This story doesn’t include splattered brains or anything. It was a small box truck that hit the man, not anything like a Mack truck. And, as luck would have it, there was an ambulance behind the truck and a paramedic rushed to the man’s aid. And I think I saw him stand up as I drove off.

The moral of the story is make sure to look before you cross the street. Unless you want to get hit by a truck.