With all that happened earlier this week with The Boss and her hospital visit (she did need to have surgery, but all went well), I wasn't sure I had it in me to write anything for today's post. Then, while driving to look at a daycare facility with The Boss yesterday, we saw an obviously inebriated man fall down not just once, but twice.
I started laughing before I cut it short, realizing it was probably in bad taste to laugh at someone who may have gotten hurt. I mean, if I was completely tanked and walking down the road to get home, put on some sweatpants, and crash in my recliner, and the ground was moving in every direction and gravity seemed to be having some technical issues thus making it very hard to walk, and I ended up falling face first on somebody's lawn, and then once I staggered to my feet I fell again but backwards on my ass, I wouldn't want people to laugh at me.
Traffic had stopped just as the drunk guy had fallen the second time. He didn't move for a few moments, and then he started rolling to one side. A passing motorist pulled over to see if he was okay, and just as she was helping him to his feet, traffic started up again and we got a good look at the guy. He looked awful, and was grimacing in pain. Another person stopped to help, and as we drove past the guy was rubbing the back of his head.
"Wow," I said.
"I know!" The Boss agreed, bending down to look in the side mirror at the people surrounding the drunk guy. "Feel kind of bad for laughing at him?"
"Maybe a little bit. I mean, it's still hilarious, but I do feel bad that he got hurt, y'know?"
There was silence for a moment, save for the sound of the turn signal.
"Blog post?" The Boss asked.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I replied immediately. "I'm not gonna pass that one up."
Drunk Guy, if you're reading this, I'm sorry for benefiting from your misfortune, and I hope that other than the bruise to your pride and dignity that you weren't seriously hurt.
Oh, and next time, call a cab.