Ten years ago, this clock was hanging on the wall of a Family Video. That night, I was working, like any other night at that time of my life. I was set to close the store. Part of those duties included cleaning the store. I had just begun to clean up some of the more hidden parts of the store and hopped on top of one of the cabinets to retrieve some items that had fallen behind it.
As I hopped off the counter, I heard a loud noise. I turned and the cabinet holding the entirety of our video game selection was tipping towards me. I was unable to get out of the way and it knocked me over and landed on me. The way I landed, and how it landed on top of me kept me from getting up. There was smoke and dust in the air. I heard a woman shout, “Call 911!”
“Hang up the damn phone. Nobody call 911. I’m fine.” I was more embarrassed than anything. I knew I’d put on some weight, but I never imagined it was enough to topple massive cabinets. Then I heard a little old lady shout, “Oh my goodness! There’s a truck in the store!” Out of nowhere, a man appeared and lifted this cabinet off me. I was able to get out from under it as I heard sirens approaching. As suddenly as he appeared, he was gone. I never saw him again. He was either an angel or wanted.
Once I was able to get out, I could see the wall and the ceiling were caved in. The clock was missing. People were milling about, trying to get a closer look when I heard a distinctive chime of the door opening. A woman came in, with a bag full of DVD’s, and casually dropped them off in the drop box and proceeded to browse. I told her, “Hey, you gotta go, we cant have people inside.” Then that little old lady shouted, “That’s the lady who hit the store!” She was either in shock or hoping no one noticed her goddamn Ford Explorer was 3 feet off the ground inside my store! Her toddler of a child even weirdly told us, “I told my Mommy her brakes sounded funny.” Bullshit. Now we knew why it took her so long to come in. She was likely coaching her kid.
The cause of the crash was determined to be “Brake failure.” But she drove against the curb, thought she had more room, revved it and ramped it, and voila she came through the wall. I ended up going to the hospital with a possible broken leg. Turns out, I was just a gigantic baby.
My boss at the time presented me with this clock, which stopped at the moment of impact. We had to close the store that night, but we were open the next day. I wound up with a few days off and an ok settlement. It wasn’t much longer that I left to start a career in law enforcement. I keep this clock handy as a reminder of how quickly things can change.
“What’s That? Wednesday” is a series of posts about quirky things I have in my office that people tend to ask about when they spot them.