There was an accident outside of my office. A SCREECH and a THUMP so loud that the whole company gathered at the windows to rubberneck. We watched as a middle aged man ran around his shredded bumper to pull a baby seat out of the back. A crowd gathered as he trotted his confused infant into the shade of a nearby coffee shop, terrified of what whiplash might do to a soft skull. Collectively we hoped, not much.
And then Addison shouted,
“CHECK OUT THAT DUDE’S RED KICKS!”
True enough, one of the onlookers was wearing bright red sneakers.