Friend or Enemy

It was the first lull of the night. There were a few customers in the store, first bit of a break I'd had since I got to work. My coworker informed me he was going to be going to the vault, our walk in cooler, to fill the shelves after they had been depleted from the hour-long rush we had. I told him to hang on a second while I step outside for a quick cigarette. He complied and I stepped out. I lit up my cigarette and a guy ran around the corner and into the store. While smoking, I looked inside to see that he was making a purchase of a couple of cigars. I saw the money out, so I turned my gaze toward the street watching the people shuffling by.

A car came from around the corner and started to turn down the street. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem except for the fact it was a one way in the opposite direction he was traveling. After nearly hitting two cars, he turned toward the proper direction of traffic. At that time, the running customer booked it out of the store and was crossing the street. The car accelerated in reverse and..

BAM!

The car in question slammed into the guy who was running. He landed in the hood of the trunk. As the car started braking, he slid backward and onto the corner of the curb. The car stopped just short of running over his arm. I pinched the tip of my cigarette, and darted inside, and around the counter. My coworker asked what happened.

"Some jackass just slammed into the guy who just left here."

"I'll go out there and see what I can do to help."

I tossed him my pen and told him to jot down the plate number just in case the guy sped away. The customers who had heard our brief conversation started gathering at out front window looking out at the situation as I'm already on the line with 911 informing them of the situation. After I hung up the phone, a customer asked me what happened exactly. I told them what I knew. At that time, my coworker came in, and I asked what was going on.

"It turns out the driver was a friend of his. He tried messing around y bumping him with the back of the car, but hit the gas a bit too hard and hit him. He seems to be alright, but he did say his chest hurt a bit. He's going to get looked at now."

I sighed and told him I was going back outside to finish my cigarette. No sooner did I go back outside, I saw the car pull away. I lit up up and  took a few drags before I heard sirens in the distance. A squad car came around the corner and looked a bit perplexed. I walked up to him and explained the situation. The cop laughed and said, "At least he doesn't have to pay for an ambulance ride." At that moment a fire truck and ambulance came around the corner. As I continued with my cigarette, he walked over to them and explained the situation. I stepped back in and told my coworker:

"I told you it's going to be one of those nights."