Whoever else is after him may give up after awhile. But you won't. And the lawyers? Never!
For something to do before the medics arrive, something to take your mind off the fire in your side, fill in the form attached to your copy of Wixom's summons--he took the paper, didn't he?
The crimson fingerprints are a nice touch.
Don't forget to add the make of Wixom's car and his license plate number, too, because those are worth a bonus.
When you hear the wail of a siren, coming closer, stick the paper away, put your thoughts on hold of turning this incident into a Movie of the Week script, and tote up the day's earnings in your mind.
Counting Wixom, over four hundred bucks. Plus mileage.
All things considered, not a bad day. Not a bad day at all.