There are always sights a person hates to see. Sights that mean tragedy for someone else.
I always worry about the other driver. Wonder how well they fared, if they survived.
Then of course my inquisitive mind tries to analyze the scene. Figure out what happened and why. I just can’t help myself.
I do hope the driver is ok. I already know they will be looking for a job in an industry that has no sympathy for accidents.