Pieces of Me, er, Him

So, I'm driving to pick up Grant from preschool, humming along (ok, singing at the top of my lungs) to Ashlee Simpson, Pieces of Me . This Jared's Bagels scooter zips right around me and ahead. There is this cross street that is just a pain, always a line of cars trying to cross the two lanes of traffic. I see an SUV edging out to cross and he blasts right into the scooter, the delivery box goes flying off of it and the guy and scooter go end over end somersaulting for the next 20 feet. The scooter is lying on it's side and the guy is rolling along after it. The SUV keeps right on going. This is all happening in front of me. I put on my brakes and the delivery guy picks himself up and goes running after the SUV (apparently he's ok). I just drive around the wrecked scooter in the road and continue on to Grant's school. 10 minutes later when I drove back home, everything was gone. Amazing how fast it was all cleaned up. The scooter was right ahead of me, fortunately the SUV didn't t-bone me! Unfortunately there weren't any police around or something could have been done. Anyway, that's was my drama for today. Hmmm, I feel like a bagel.