("Rusty" - you did WHAT?!? - a mattress tag - A MATTRESS TAG!!!-
However, for some form of substantial, "consideration" $$$$$$$ -
"Silence is Golden"!!)
"Willie" - A Double Stack of Pancakes!!?? - WOW!! - You ROCK!!!
So, I've got my two bags of food - only had a "few" (He, he, he!)
shots and beers (remember, I'm not driving!)
Now, to brave the "gauntlet" of danger that Ogden Ave. was on a Sat.
The road was in serious need of resurfacing (that was done 2 years later)
I take off - promptly trip on the uneven pavement -
down I go!
I don't want to damage "din-din", so I do a very smart thing -
I break my fall with my face!!!
No big deal - I get up and run across the road.
Get to my room - even after my " heroic", sacrifice (Ouch!) to prevent
harm to the food - one of the dinners was damaged.
Into the "File 13" it goes.
Just when I'm thinking about going back across the street and buying
(Also, trying to straighten my glasses; which got rather, "distorted" in
my "meeting" with the pavement!)
A knock on the door!
Who can it be???
Ahhhh!! It's 4 members of the local "gendarme"!!
(4 members to deal with me!!! - Ha, ha, ha!!!)
So, I invite them in.
One of the first things one of them asks me is if I want to go to the
Hospital!! - Why??
They tell me to look in the mirror -
What a "wonderful", sight of blood and lacerations!!!
I decline (I haven't had "din-din" yet!)
Then they tell me that there's been a report of someone being struck
by a car.
I laugh and tell them what happened.
They ask me how long was I at the bar -
I tell them I don't, really know (A little too, long, I think!)
2 of the officers go across the street to determine how long I'd been there.
They come back and tell me I've had a lot to drink (You think!?!)
They also tell me that they have to issue me a ticket.
I'm like - for what??? - I haven't been driving!!!???
They tell me "PUI"!!!