It was by the turnpike

It was by the turnpike. The woman was. The body was. She. It.
I saw it, face up on the side of the road, but didn't stop. Surely the ambulance was already on it's way, and I'd had a long day at work. I was in a hurry to get home.
So I did. I went home, and I had my microwavable hungry-man meal, and I put it out of my mind. It wasn't until the next morning when I thought that something might be wrong. Because it, was still there. I didn't stop, I was in a hurry to get to work.