So yesterday my girlfriend calls me at work, says "My messenger bag was run over by a van." (How did that happen?) "I was laying in the street and the van rolled over it" (Oh *****! Are you ok?) "Yes but the buckle got smashed and some of my hair was burned" (WTF? Why were you laying in the street?) "Someone behind me honked so I looked over my shoulder. While I was distracted, there was a car accident in front of me and I ran into one of the cars and fell. Then the van behind me drove over my bag." (So you were still wearing the bag when it got hit?) "Yes."
So you get the picture. A bunch of drivers got out because of the accident and were really concerned about her saftey. Meanwhile she is pinned to the ground because she is wearing her bag and the front wheel of a delivery van is on top of it. The van driver is freaking out, "Are you ok, are you ok?!" And she is telling him "Just back up, you are parked on my bag!" So she was miraculously ok, except for a three inch chunk of hair that was burned off on one side, and her bike survived unscathed. The van driver (according to my gf) was more scared than she was. The only people who were not helpful where the A-holes in the car behind the van, who had honked in the first place. They just sat in their car with the windows rolled up. The only casualty was her mess bag. The buckle got smashed, the cross strap ripped off, and one side is badly abradded. She says it's time for a new one anyway.