Okay, I've got a story for you. So at midnight, I get a message from my sister that, as she was driving home for the night, hit a deer with her Challenger. She was parked at the BP in Ixonia, and wanted me and one of my parents to swing by. I wake up my mom, and we head out to the gas station and find my siste with one of her coworkers who stopped by to see what the hell happened. He leaves after a few minutes, so it's my sister, mom, and me waiting for a sheriff's deputy to come by and look at the damage (my sis is down one driver-side mirror and has some cosmetic damage on that side's door, but she herself is alright; can't say the same for the mountain of McDonald's bags which had fallen all over the passenger seat).

As we wait for the deputy, we heard some sort of loud yelping coming from the nearby cemetery (which only adds to the creepiness). It yelps for a few minutes, and we think nothing of it since it sounds like a cat got caught by a coyote, or maybe it was some other animal barking in the night. About 30 minutes later (at about almost 1 a.m.), the deputy strolls in (she had another call before she came, hence the deputy taking so long), and when she starts inspecting the car for damage, the yelping begins again. However, this time we hear, "HELP! PLEASE!" All of us shut up on the spot as the deputy drives away to check it out. Sure enough, there's a woman crying for help as she's on her knees in the ditch near the cemetery. The deputy helps the woman out and called for back-up to deal with my sister. After getting the woman a blanket and allowing her to warm up in the back seat of her squad car, the deputy drives away with the lady--not to the nearest hospital--but rather a subdivision near the Ixonia Bank building in town. My sis, mom, and I guessed that the woman was probably lost and/or drunk. To say that I feel bad for not helping her is the understatement of the freaking century. In my defense, it did sound like a young animal or a cat being pinned by a coyote.

Back to the rest of us at the gas station, a state patrolman rolls in and inspects the damage, my sis gives him her license and insurance, etc., etc., standard police officer stuff. My sis will be going tomorrow to check out the damage and make the insurance claim.

Now, all I can think about was 1. this all happened in one night (at midnight no less), and 2. this happened on my sister's 20th birthday. So happy [belated] birthday, sis. Your present? A night none of us will forget, and venison pre-tenderized.

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