Remember that time you thought you found a dead body?

Oh, that was Friday night.  I was coming home from my parents' house at a little after 10pm.  My house is at the bottom of a pretty steep hill, the last house on the left of a dead end street.  A really dead end.  So dead that if you keep going, you end up in the creek. So as I was about to pull into my driveway, I notice a red car has crashed way back in the trees.  I called my husband to come out and walked over to it with the flashlight.  I went over before he even came out b/c I was really in a hurry to see if there was anyone in the car.   But I was a little trepidacious so I went back and told him to come with me.   I shined my light in through the back of the red Jeep Cherokee and it looked like there wasn't anyone in the car, so I decided to go around the side to see if the driver's side door was open, or if I could get a better look.  Good thing I was wearing my barn boots b/c it was really muddy (it had been raining most of the day and still was a little).   Well, when I got around to that side, I looked into the creek and I saw something in the water.  It was of course high and muddy due to all the rain, so it was hard to tell what that something was.  There were branches blocking the door and I could see no one was in the car.  I looked at this thing in the water and by this time I was getting a little worked up.  It looked like it could be someone's arm and shoulder, clad in a black jacket.  I could almost see part of a hand at the end of what would have been a sleeve.  I told my husband I might have found a body. Then I told him to go check on the baby who was still in the car in his carseat.  I did the only thing I could think to do, I got a long stick to poke it with.  I felt really bad poking it with a stick but how else was I going to know?  I certainly couldn't jump in with the dead body.  Well, like I said, by this time I was pretty worked up and I guess my imagination really got the best of me, and when I touched it, it really felt kind of solid.  Well, that did it.  I went as fast as I could through the wet trees and hauled ass to the garage spewing "God almighty, I think it's a dead body, I really do, Jesus Christ!"  I shakily grabbed my phone and dialed 911, wondering if it was going to be like it always is in my dreams, where either I can't hit the right numbers, or my phone won't work, or the dispatcher asks me some stupid question like what is my social security number.  It worked right though and they sent the cops.  The dispatcher stayed on the phone with me until they got there.  I took the officer to the side of the creek and showed him what I'd seen.  For a second my mind debated: "should I stay and see if it actually is a body?" I quickly decided I really didn't want to see any more than I had of a possible dead body and told the cop I was going back to my children.  And that's what I did.  They came a few minutes later and asked some questions and informed me that that  something was indeed just a piece of trash.  I felt like an idiot, but in a good way.  As freaked out as I was, I did tell the dispatcher that I wasn't entirely sure it was a body, but I wasn't sure it wasn't.   It was a Papa Johns delivery man's car, and some neighbors who came down to see what was going on said that they had seen a Papa Johns guy walking up the street a couple of hours earlier.   Why he didn't try to get his car out, I don't know.  Maybe b/c the front of it was actually in the water.  It took the tow company over an hour and two trucks to get it out.  I feel kinda bad now b/c now the guy will have to get his car out of impound and probably get a ticket.  I only called b/c I thought I'd found a body.  I told my husband, "now this will be just a funny story.  Remember that time you thought you found a dead body?"