I must be the

I must be the only busybody in the neighborhood. Or maybe I'm the only one at home during the day.

Yesterday afternoon, two cars collided at the intersection outside our house. Hearing the thump and crunch of metal, I leaped from my desk and threw open the window. A man was stepping from his crumpled red Lexus. On the other side of the street, a white car ejected a tall man in a tan suit. I craned my neck and called down to make sure everyone was OK, but they ignored me.

Within moments, cellphones were deployed as they reported the accident to the police, insurance companies and families. About twenty minutes later, the local policeman arrived by bicycle. He took their statements while I peeped.

Surely someone else watched this little drama. I guess I'm the only one who is obvious about it.