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True story - I was at an airport in Orlando a few years ago. Some elderly gentleman collapsed in the middle of the foyer/lobby, presumably having a heart attack. People everywhere starting freaking out, everyone yelling to call 911 - the old guy's daughter going crazy, etc.
All of a sudden, I got chills, and the soft smell of honeydew floated in my nose. A man appeared in front of me, slowly floating (no shit) towards the struggling person. The man had a majestic looking mustache, and an American flag leather jacket on. He said, "Don't worry...Don's here". The crowd slowly started to huddle around this "mystery guy" (although, at this point, I knew full well who this "hero" was).
Frye, unzipped his fly and starting urinating into the other man's gaping mouth. Of course, the everygrowing crowd of spectators started yelling and screaming, "what are you doing!" "he's peeing in his face!". I stepped in and corralled the raging mob - "Don't worry, he knows what he's doing".
A few seconds went by, and the unconscious awoke with the fury of a thousand suns. As the crowd closed in on the awakening man, I quickly scanned the mass of people for an American flag jacket - I wanted to thank this "mystery hero".
Nothing...not a thing. He just...vanished. Someone grabbed my shoulder and asked me, "Did you see that, who was that guy.. he peed in his mouth?!"
"Oh him" I said, as a solitary tear rolled down my cheek..."he's just nature's greatest miracle".
Last edited by mnTwins07 : 03-28-2008 at 03:16 PM.
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