“Sir, please tell us what happened”
“I pushed it. I didn’t mean to, but I did”
“Sorry, I don’t understand. Pushed what?”
“The button. The middle button”
“The middle button of what?”
“The opener. I didn’t meant to push it, my finger slipped.”
“I see. What happened after you pushed this button?”
“Nothing. At first”
“Sir, please elaborate. What do you mean, ‘at first’”?
“I mean I didn’t actually see anything happen.”
“Then how do you know something did?”
“I felt it.”
“You, felt, it?”
“Yes.”
“Felt what?”
“Fear. Dread.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never hit the middle button before. I don’t actually know what it does.”
“And that makes you feel afraid?”
“YES! Very much so. Who knows what could have happened.”
“I see. So after you felt this fear and dread, what happened?”
“Irrational thoughts mostly. A ripple effect caused by pushing the middle button.”
“Can you tell me what those thoughts were?”
“Uh, yeah. I thought that the door would open on a timer and remain open until someone closed it. I thought that a passerby would then enter through the door and gain access. Then they would help themselves to whatever they desired. Then they’d be attacked by my protector and would slay him in self-defense.”
“I see, a bit vague, but I see. So once you started to have those irrational thoughts, what did you do next?”
“I turned around. I had to go back and check. I had to make sure that the middle button didn’t actually do anything.”
“What happened when you turned around?”
“I wasn’t in the right state of mind at that time. I was too overwhelmed by fear and anxiety that I just turned around. I wasn’t focused on anything else but the consequences of pushing that friggin’ button. I didn’t focus on the car driving toward me the other way. I didn’t think about how my sudden u-turn would have its own ripple effect. I didn’t mean to hit the car head on. I didn’t mean for her to die. I just needed to turn around, to go back.”
“I see. So your mind was too busy thinking about the effects of pushing the middle button and that clouded your judgement to safely find a place to turn around?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do after the collision?”
“I ran.”
“You fled the scene?”
“No, well, technically, but I had to get home. I had to make sure.”
“Sir you realize that fleeing the scene of an accident, which you caused, is a felony in this state? You may serve time in prison.”
“I know. I know. I KNOW! YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT!? YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE HER THERE? I DIDN’T, BUT I HAD TO!”
“Sir, please lower your voice. What happened when you eventually made it home?”
“I found it closed.”
“Found what closed?”
“The door. The garage door. It never opened. The middle button did nothing.”
“I pushed it. I didn’t mean to, but I did”
“Sorry, I don’t understand. Pushed what?”
“The button. The middle button”
“The middle button of what?”
“The opener. I didn’t meant to push it, my finger slipped.”
“I see. What happened after you pushed this button?”
“Nothing. At first”
“Sir, please elaborate. What do you mean, ‘at first’”?
“I mean I didn’t actually see anything happen.”
“Then how do you know something did?”
“I felt it.”
“You, felt, it?”
“Yes.”
“Felt what?”
“Fear. Dread.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve never hit the middle button before. I don’t actually know what it does.”
“And that makes you feel afraid?”
“YES! Very much so. Who knows what could have happened.”
“I see. So after you felt this fear and dread, what happened?”
“Irrational thoughts mostly. A ripple effect caused by pushing the middle button.”
“Can you tell me what those thoughts were?”
“Uh, yeah. I thought that the door would open on a timer and remain open until someone closed it. I thought that a passerby would then enter through the door and gain access. Then they would help themselves to whatever they desired. Then they’d be attacked by my protector and would slay him in self-defense.”
“I see, a bit vague, but I see. So once you started to have those irrational thoughts, what did you do next?”
“I turned around. I had to go back and check. I had to make sure that the middle button didn’t actually do anything.”
“What happened when you turned around?”
“I wasn’t in the right state of mind at that time. I was too overwhelmed by fear and anxiety that I just turned around. I wasn’t focused on anything else but the consequences of pushing that friggin’ button. I didn’t focus on the car driving toward me the other way. I didn’t think about how my sudden u-turn would have its own ripple effect. I didn’t mean to hit the car head on. I didn’t mean for her to die. I just needed to turn around, to go back.”
“I see. So your mind was too busy thinking about the effects of pushing the middle button and that clouded your judgement to safely find a place to turn around?”
“Yes.”
“What did you do after the collision?”
“I ran.”
“You fled the scene?”
“No, well, technically, but I had to get home. I had to make sure.”
“Sir you realize that fleeing the scene of an accident, which you caused, is a felony in this state? You may serve time in prison.”
“I know. I know. I KNOW! YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT!? YOU THINK I WANTED TO LEAVE HER THERE? I DIDN’T, BUT I HAD TO!”
“Sir, please lower your voice. What happened when you eventually made it home?”
“I found it closed.”
“Found what closed?”
“The door. The garage door. It never opened. The middle button did nothing.”
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