After about a mile, I realized what the holdup was: A truck had slammed into the back of another truck. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at the damage, which was severe, but would have been much worse if the car that had been hit wasn’t so sturdy. That could have been me and it could have killed me, I thought. Thankfully, it looked like all parties were out of their cars and walking around. Suddenly, I was grateful to have forgotten my name tag.
