911 Call to Action

I was walking south along New York's Second Avenue, traffic moving quickly in the same direction.  Suddenly horns blared ahead and traffic slowed to a crawl, with cars trying to get into the right hand lanes.

I wondered what was blocking the left lanes, then saw there was a car coming north, going against the traffic!  It was weaving back and forth in the left lanes, forcing oncoming vehicles to swerve to the right to avoid a collision.

Then traffic lights turned red.  I knew something had to be done quickly before there was a serious collision.  I ran diagonally across the avenue toward the momentarily halted car,  now less than a block away.  Shouting "Hey!" and waving my arms to get his attention, I ran up to the driver's open window.  He was staring blankly ahead with mouth agape.    I cried  Hey, you", but got no response.  Cars were moving again, coming  right at the car and me. 

I thrust my arm in the window and grabbed the keys from the ignition.  I ran into a nearby bar and called 911 from a pay phone.  When a police car arrived in a couple of minutes, I turned over the keys, breathed a sigh of relief, and started running again  -- Now I was late to work!