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It was five years ago tomorrow. A friday like any other, which meant a spell of chaos at Redo blue. Things were starting to clear up about five, and PG had one more chore before he got out. A lady came in with a drawing, and PG groused that this was ten more minutes he would have to stay. That ten minutes may have saved his life.
There was a new school in Gwinnett County, and Redo was printing the plans. On this day it was a preliminary printing. The consultants were sending their work to the printer, who would assemble it. As is the custom, one of the engineers didn’t have their work on time.
Finally, the missing drawings came in an email. PG was going to run a copy of each, and assemble the set to scan and print monday morning. When working with electronic files, it is a mystery whether they will work. PG sent them to the printer, and stood, with his back to the front of the store, watching the first print come out.
PG saw a flash of white light, and heard a loud boom. He jumped up, and made some goofy sounds. There was no pain, and PG realized he was not hurt.
To get out of his work station, PG needed to walk by the front of the store. He looked through an opening and saw the front of a taxi in the lobby. Broken glass was everywhere, but no one had been standing in the lobby. ( The lobby usually had people in it, so this was a miracle) If PG had not had that 5 o’clock customer, he might have been walking out the door when the taxi hit.
West Peachtree Street and Fourth Street was the scene of this incident. West Peachtree had four lanes, and a traffic light every few hundred feet. The speed of the taxi was estimated at 75 mph. The passenger in the back suffered a broken leg. PG later saw a puddle of pink fluid under the taxi, and gasped until he recognized it as transmission fluid.
Once PG realized that it was not a bomb, he calmed down. There was a piece of the taxi that had been knocked off, which PG scooped up as a souvenir. PG called 911, and was told that help was on the way. A person had been counting money on a table, and ran out the door when he heard the boom. PG took some prints on the table, and placed it over the money. PG would be punished for this action on Tuesday.
There wasn’t a lot left for PG to do, but he was reluctant to leave. Finally, after the police and emergency personnel had come and gone, and the construction crew called in, PG left for the night.
People like to say what they would do in a situation. The blowhards of the world get off on that. They forget to include the details.
In the case of the taxi crash at Redo Blue, where you were standing made all the difference. If PG had been where the front counter man was counting money, he would have done the same thing, i.e. get out of the building as quickly as possible. But, where PG stood at the moment of impact, he had to walk by the spot where the taxi entered the building. He saw that there was nothing to fear, and started to make himself useful. There was not much that he could do. PG was not a hero, but did not need to be ashamed.