I watched a Jeep flip over today at the exit of a shopping center. I had just collected some pizzas to take home, and a delivery guy stopped me and asked what year my car was. He had all kinds of stuff to say about cars, and as I was extracting myself from the conversation, we were interrupted by tires squealing.
The Jeep lady peeled out of the shopping center, hit the curb, and flipped right over. A crowd gathered, an ambulance was called, the lady crawled out from the upside-down vehicle and walked. She seemed to be okay. It smelled wrong, maybe the smell of the airbags deploying. Walking away from the mob, the pizza delivery guy who wanted to be a car salesman told me something else. He recognized the Jeep lady. He once delivered a pizza to her, and she wouldn't pay for it.