Cafe Crashview

Here in the window of my café all is peaceful - Until wallop!
A silver van crashes up on the pavement in front of me, through the glass.
It judders to a halt and takes out a cash machine sign.
Inside is a 65 year old woman wearing a white wooly hat. She looks shocked.
Next I notice a flashing blue light behind the van.
My brain puts 2 and 2 together. Maybe the police car had been following her.
Had she panicked and pulled over recklessly, or did the police just happen to be here and spun around in pursuit?

Before she could get out of the vehicle, one of the blonde women traffic police was there holding her driver’s door and removing her car keys.
The driver smiled nervously as the second policewoman arrived with an enormous set of handcuffs jangling from her belt.
The police seemed to be assessing if the driver was drunk or simply inept.
They took details. Heads were shaken. Phonecalls were made.

No harm done it seems. It was lucky that there was no one on the pavement.
In the end, the police car drove off with the van driving following them. I think the driver had damaged a tyre as she bumped up on the kerb.
Maybe she was being led to a tyre garage.
Maybe she was a ‘would be ram raider'......
Maybe I should drink less coffee.