Patience really is a virtue!

So, I just got home after giving my statement to the police officer, and I thought I'd better write down my experience for posterity. Sarah and I spent a nice afternoon at the shore, taking a long walk and having lunch on the bluff (I'll post photos later) and we were on our way home when I got stuck behind this horribly slow driver in an old blue pick-up truck. The speed limit on the road was 45 and she was only driving 40 (sometimes 35) so I was pretty annoyed. I had a small chance to pass her and I almost took it, but the oncoming traffic looked too close, so I just stayed in my spot behind the truck. Well, not even five minutes later, I watched that truck PLOW and I mean PLOW (I don't even remember seeing brake lights) into the car in front of it when that car slowed down behind someone making a left hand turn. Since I was a witness, I pulled over to give my statement to the officer (and make sure people were alright). It wasn't until I got home that I realised that it could have been me in front of that pick-up at that left hand turn. Thankfully, my impatience didn't win out this time, and I got to be a witness from behind instead of the victim in front.