Last night I headed over to queer b's for some tele and beer. On my way there a dog ran out in front of my car and I ran it over. I, briefly, paused and checked my mirror to make sure it wasn't actually a child or bag of orphans. In the 15 or so seconds that I'm doing this a guy runs out to the street with a flashlight and checks on the pup. I continue driving at this point instead of turning around and apologizing as one probably should in this situation. The main reason I didn't go back was because I didn't want to have to deal with some crying guy and his kids. I surely would have laughed and run off. I'm not bad, just socially awkward.
