Week 7- Cause and Effect

George stepped out of his home on a frigid January morning. There was an ice storm the night before which made trips today questionable. He knew he had to go into work anyway. Sliding down the sidewalk to his frozen car, he unlocked it and wrestled with the door to open. The frost made its way to the window of his gauges. He started the car one, two, three times before it finally turned over. He knew it would be a little bit before he was able to take off, so he drank his coffee and took a glance at the morning paper. It was so cold, he was shivering. He opened the paper to read the news and fumbled with his coffee. Trying to catch it and not spill it all over his pants, his arm hit the shifter and it put the car into a slow reverse.
Unfortunately, George's street was on a slant. He tried to press the brakes and regain control, but by that time his car was making its way down the small hill. He started blaring his horn and screaming out the window for unsuspecting bystanders to jump out of the way. He saw the road level off at the end of the street. The car gained more and more speed. There was an end in sight. As he hit the level road, his tires hit a couple of ramps that were used to change the oil on a car. George's car hit the ramps and put his back end in the air. The next thing he new there was a crash and then no motion.
He opened his eyes, which he had shut in anticipation, and realized he wasn't on the ground. When he opened the door, he about fell out when he saw he was on top of a car. He looked out the other window to see a student, shocked and amazed that he would be late to school. He could hear him on the phone already, explaining to his parents, "Mom, I don't think I am going to make it to class today--Mr. Hancock parked his car on top of mine."