One of these nights I’m gonna post on this blog before I’m too tired to write. But it’s 20 minutes till 2 in the morning and some poor drunk has just walked into McDonald’s lookin’ for the bathroom. His face is bruised and cut. Blood is drippin’ from the gash in his eye brow. The worker behind the cash register asks him, “Do you want to go the hospital?”
“No,” he slurs. “I’m alright.”
He’s not alright. He’s in bad shape. He protests but finally agrees to a ride to the emergency room.
He agrees to the ride but, before a call can be made, the passenger disappears.
5 minutes later, an officer of the law shows up lookin’ for an “intoxicated man who has been run over in the parking lot.”
I said, “He went back out into the parkin’ lot just before you got here.”
The cop pays no attention to me, walks out into the parkin’ lot and makes a search of the premises.
I yawn and think about publishing this post and callin’ it a night when the accident victim stumbles back into the open all night McDonald’s.
Then, the cop returns and introduces himself to the damaged pedestrian. Then, an ambulance arrives and two paramedics ask the injured man if he wants to go w/ them. He walks out w/ them and climbs into the back of the ambulance. They drive away from the fast food place and, 5 minutes later, the policeman leaves.
I yawn and think, “Now’s the time to make a run for it.”