Of course, if anybody had died, I'd probably have a different opinion
So I'm driving home this afternoon. On the interstate, this black Lexus comes screaming up behind me while I'm passing another car. My reaction is that the driver may slow his punk ass down and wait for me to finish passing. I pass, I merge back into the middle lane, and the black Lexus goes tearing around me.

And then, as he's swooping from the leftmost of the three lanes to the rightmost, he goes onto the shoulder, clips the cliffside, and emerges from the cloud of dirt to slam into the median divider.

In full "I did NOT just see that!" mode, I pull off the side of the road and call 911. (By the time I get my cell phone on, they already knew about it. Yay for no diffusion of responsibility.) Moments after his car came to a halt, I see the driver stagger out of it towards the side of the road. I take a few moments to collect myself, pull the fire extinguisher out of my trunk, and walk up to the site.

There's really not anything I can do to help out. Some other samaritans in front of me are tending to the driver, and sound like they know what they're doing -- and what little first aid training I had was a looooong time ago. Driver is not a happy camper, but he's alert and responsive. I see a little ways ahead a Subaru hatchback on its roof -- the dirt cloud obstructed my vision of the accident, but it looked like the Lexus clipped while pinballing from the cliff face to the median barrier. Both occupants are out of the car and are in better shape than the other driver -- between them they have a single mild leg cut.

Other cars are stopped. One guy is saying that he was moving from the middle lane to the right lane to get to the exit ramp. Said it was clear when he looked, but as soon as he pulled over, the Lexus nearly drove up his ass. Apparently the Lexus driver slammed on the brakes to keep from driving through the guy, and the cruelty of physics commenced.

Last time I saw a car flipped over, it burst into flames -- which is why I have a fire extinguisher in my trunk in the first place. The extinguisher wasn't needed.

I hung around long enough to give my name and number to the driver of the Subaru and the motorcycle cop who arrived on the scene. They closed down the road just as I got back to my car, so I waited for them to load the Lexus driver into an ambulance and sweep the loose debris off the road. Traffic must have been at a dead stop back into Pittsburgh.

Nobody died, and the guy with the most serious injury was ambulatory. Could have been much worse.

I was rattled enough that I drove three miles past my exit on the way home before I even remembered I was supposed to take it.

And yet....

And yet, that was not the most awful thing I saw today.

Because I was driving back from Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

Or as I shall be referring to it, Transformers 9 From Outer Space.

It's. That. Bad.