Back in 1976, I had just moved to Calgary and was a helper on a furniture delivery truck. I started to notice that the driver would look at the waybill while driving. I told him time and time again to let me do that, but he refused to listen. One day as I was reading the delivery bill, I wondered if the driver was also reading it. I looked up and sure enough, he was.
I quickly looked in front of us in time to see us go through a stop sign and broadside a car that was driving across in front of us. The truck flipped over, spun around and slide about half a block down the road. When we stopped, I climbed out, anxious to see if the person in the other vehicle was okay.
As I got close to the car, I saw something on the ground in front of me. I looked down and to my horror, there lay a young woman who had been thrown out of her car and hit the curb head-first. It exploded like a pumpkin would and there was red-gray brain matter sprayed all over the sidewalk. This was the first dead person I'd ever seen.
After 2 weeks off the job, we went back to work. The driver continued to read the bill while driving. He didn't care that he had killed someone. I talked to the boss about it, and he was unwilling to do anything. So, I quit on the spot!
He should've lost his license and been charged with manslaughter, but as there had been a few minor accidents at that intersection, the blame was put on that and a 4-way flashing red light was installed. I was amazed that no one would listen to me. That guy killed that woman.