I was on the phone in my room when I heard a loud crash out in the street. I looked out to see this young (18-20) woman trying to get her car out of the front of my driveway - it didn't look like she'd hit anything important, but the car wasn't responding well, and kept giving this scraping sound.
So I walked downstairs to see what was going on. Apparently she'd heard sirens, looked in her rear-view mirror, then plowed into the neighbor's garbage cans, followed by hitting the curb with her rim.
She didn't appear to be drunk or on drugs, just high on a reasonably rich quantity of stupid. Nice enough, and cute enough, but sooooo dumb.
It took a while to point out to her that her tire was off its rim, that the rim itself was badly bent, and that the piece of trash she was trying to "drive away from" was actually attached to the car (It was the plastic shield around the inside of the wheelwell - I have no idea if it has a specific name).
I honestly didn't feel in too much of a white knight mode, so I resisted any thought of changing her tire. However, I did gather up the pieces of her rear-view mirror and hubcap for her, and got her to put on her emergency blinkers. And I hung around for a bit as she called various local cousins to come help her out.
I just saw her car pull away, driven by one of the aforementioned cousins. Pull away very slowly, because somehow the other front tire is almost flat.
I also feel guilty that I regret not seeing her face when the police car pulled up.
Bad Bruce! No cookie!