Thursday started out like any other weekday. Late for work and caught in communter traffic, Samantha stopped at another red light. She stared out the window and decided that for once, she’d call her boss and let him know she’d be late. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, she rummaged around in her purse for her cell phone, but found nothing in the pocket she normally kept it.

Traffic inched forward in front of her. Hand still, half inside her bag, Samantha eased her foot off the brake, crept along with the moving traffic.

“Damn it, where is my phone.” Eyes averted, she peeked inside her purse. Heard the crunch of breaking glass. Felt the crush of an airbag deflating in front of her. Unfortunately, Thursday didn’t end like any other weekday.