My partner and I were sent on an unknown trouble call to an address in Saginaw. When we arrived we found a severely damaged garage and a man lying in his backyard, moaning and groaning on the ground next to a washer and dryer. Apparently the man had gotten out of the car to open the garage door so that his wife could drive the car into the garage. Her foot must have slipped off the brake and onto the accelerator. She drove her poor husband up onto the hood of the car, through the garage door, and all the way through the garage until it reached the back wall where the washer and dryer were located.
As we surveyed the damage to her husband and the garage his wife said, “I don’t understand it. The harder I pressed on the brake, the faster the car went.”
Then, she asked, “You don’t suppose we will have to make a report on this, do you?”