We got rear ended at a red light, and our muffler ended up hitching into their engine and being torn right off. Luckily, we weren't yet at a complete stop, so we coasted safely into the intersection (?), and weren't hurt. Though, the stereo popped out and landed in my lap. We pulled over and got out. The car behind us was on fire, but the family was standing at the corner, all hugging eachother and crying. I looked around. Nobody was hurt. It was just the cars that were damaged. These kids, ranging from infant to about fourteen, were all sobbing uncontrollably. And I thought "Wow, nobody's got a scratch on them. What the hell is their problem? Grow some balls, kids." Seriously, with the uncontrollable wailing, I had initially thought somebody had actually been hurt. A bystander even called an ambulance. These people were all perfectly fine. Are we all so sheltered from terrifying events? This was my second near-death experience of the day, and I was just mildly upset we weren't going to make it to Hunger Games.