What is that.

Dispatcher tones out the ambulance and dispatches Deputy (Me) and announces all units one vehicle roll over accident with injuries, five miles west of town on the highway. Here we go, lights on, Siren blaring, rushing to the scene. I arrive before the ambulance and see a white suv, glass all busted, roof caved in and a woman yelling my son is still in the car help him he's hurt.

I go to the side of the car where he is and he has a cut over his eye and is crying. I'm talking to him and trying to find out if he is hurt anywhere else. if he knows his name, does he know where he is, does he know whats happened, just checking his cognitive abilities. I tell him I am going to try and open his door so the ambulance crew who had arrived could help get him out of the vehicle.

Then it happened. As I was trying to pull open the door, plop, warm red and white goop dumps all over my legs and boots. I look down and my stomach rolls over. I look at the boy sitting in the car with blood on his face and shirt. The stomach rolls again. About this time the boys mother goes no, no, don't worry. Thats spaghetti, we were taking a big pot of it to a friends party that we were going to.

Both me and the ambulance crew both blew a sigh of relief and chewed it back. We then finished prying the door open and then the ambulance crew did their jobs and finished getting the young man from the vehicle and transported him for treatment at the hospital. Luckily, he only had minor injuries.

However, just so you know. It was quite a while before I could eat spaghetti again.