OMG moment: In a hurry to get home to check on my visiting aunt, whom my grandpa was very worried about, I ran over a dog on a rural road, unable to stop in time. I see a man in a white, long-sleeve shirt, presumably its human, rush to it from across the street in my rear view.
What I did: Drove away without stopping and with mixed feelings of guilt and "damn dog should have been trained better so as not to zip out in front of moving cars".
Questions:
1) What should I have done?
2) Anyone else been on either end of this?
What I did: Drove away without stopping and with mixed feelings of guilt and "damn dog should have been trained better so as not to zip out in front of moving cars".
Questions:
1) What should I have done?
2) Anyone else been on either end of this?