This event happened a couple years ago and in hindsight I wish I would have stopped to explain what had just happened or helped in some way, but I didn’t. In some twisted way this story is almost humorous (to me at least) and well worth relaying. So, sorry about that Lady. Hope you are done with therapy and can laugh about it now.
I was driving to work at about 6:30 am. I’m clipping down Mark West Station Road heading east, following a little import car of some brand. Something catches my attention out my passenger window. Lo and behold, flying at me from the right is a huge turkey vulture that has something clutched in its talons. This something appears to be of an animal nature, quite possibly a dead raccoon or something of that ilk. How do I know it was dead? I’m making this assumption due to the fact that it had several feet of bloody intestines dangling from it and precariously barely attached other organs that I couldn’t identify off hand. The bird is laboriously flapping it’s wings, obviously this is a heavy burden. It’s flying at a right angle to me for several seconds. Noticing this fact I realize that either my truck or the little car in front of me are going to cross paths at the same time with the vulture. I wasn’t sure which one of us it would be. I’m thinking “Ugh!” and “Gross!” and “I sure hope he doesn’t drop that on my hood!” Now the bird is flying about 30 feet in front of me I get a good view of blood and guts and fur and I am amazed at what a disgusting sight this is. He continues dramatically flapping and struggling along and flies over the top of the little car (instead of me, thank gosh) when BAM! he either loses his grip or decided on his on accord to drop his prize road kill....right onto the windshield of the little car in front of me. All kinds of disgusting parts and fluids spill all over the window. Panic ensues in the Little Car. The driver slams on their brakes and swerves all over the road before coming to a screeching halt. I, as well, come to a screeching halt, nearly avoiding the accident. After getting my bearings, I slowly veer to the left of the Little Car into the oncoming lane (which was deserted) and slowly drive by while peering intently at the spectacle. The wipers have been turned on high and smearing copious amounts of blood and guts all over the windshield. The roof of the Little Car is covered in muck. The hood is covered in gore and the wipers are slapping uselessly at the mess. I then notice that a woman is driving the car. I can see that she is screaming and crying hysterically, her hands thrown up in her face, shaking. “Wow!’ I think. “What a mess! She better get to a car wash pronto” and then continued on my way to work.

Later that evening when I come home I relayed this story to my wife. The first thing she says is “Did you stop and help her?” I replied that I had not. “I can’t BELIEVE you didn’t stop and help her!” I told her that I hadn’t thought of it. I had been simply mesmerized by the entire event. It’s not something your average person witnesses in their lifetime. “Do you realize,” my wife says, “that poor woman probably had NO IDEA what had just happened? Here she is driving along and all of a sudden a bloody gut bomb drops on her car. She didn’t see it coming?” I told her I didn’t think so. “That poor lady. And she was crying? I can’t believe you didn’t stop.”

So, Lady in the Little Car, I’m sorry I didn’t stop and I’m sorry if you didn’t know what had happened or how it happened. I imagine that during the interim of this event you came up with the turkey vulture/road kill theory on your own or at least something akin to it. I hope so anyway. Maybe someone will know this lady and you can tell her for me? She might have mentioned it to someone.