George is a Big Damn Hero, Part 2
So George and I were walking home from the dog park and we saw something that looked like a bag of leaves next to the sidewalk. There was a gal leaving the house next to the bag of leaves who walked right past it. I was about to do the same when George started sniffing at it worriedly.
As he circled the bag of leaves, I noticed that it smelled like it had been soaked in vodka. I also noticed that it was wearing pink fingernail polish, a short skirt, tights and open toed shoes.
So, not really a bag of leaves, then.
There is a frost advisory out for tonight so anyone caught passed out on the sidewalk is going to be facing some medical consequences.
I caught the gal who had just left the house as she was starting her car and asked her if she knew this girl who was passed out in front of her house. "Oh!", she said, "I thought that was a bag of leaves."
So Rachel (gal who lived there was named Rachel) and I with a little help from George managed to wake her up. George's contribution involved puppykisses.
Her name was Summer and her friend, John lived in the downstairs of the duplex. (Rachel lived upstairs.) She had driven there but, had thought that she should probably not be driving and decided to walk. Rachel and I congratulated her on her good sense in regard to this decision. John had been with her but, she didn't know where he was now.
I helped Summer sit down on the steps and while Rachel rang her downstairs neighbors doorbell, Summer puked her guts out on the sidewalk. The lights were on in his apartment but, nobody was home.
Summer thought John would be very angry with her for going home without him. We assured her that we didn't think John would want her to get frostbite or hypothermia and asked her where she lived which turned out to be a few blocks away. Rachel offered to give her a ride home. I offered to help but, Rachel suggested that I should probably just get George home.
So George and Rachel are Big Damn Heroes and I got away with not doing too much of anything or having anyone puke in my car.
YAY!
As he circled the bag of leaves, I noticed that it smelled like it had been soaked in vodka. I also noticed that it was wearing pink fingernail polish, a short skirt, tights and open toed shoes.
So, not really a bag of leaves, then.
There is a frost advisory out for tonight so anyone caught passed out on the sidewalk is going to be facing some medical consequences.
I caught the gal who had just left the house as she was starting her car and asked her if she knew this girl who was passed out in front of her house. "Oh!", she said, "I thought that was a bag of leaves."
So Rachel (gal who lived there was named Rachel) and I with a little help from George managed to wake her up. George's contribution involved puppykisses.
Her name was Summer and her friend, John lived in the downstairs of the duplex. (Rachel lived upstairs.) She had driven there but, had thought that she should probably not be driving and decided to walk. Rachel and I congratulated her on her good sense in regard to this decision. John had been with her but, she didn't know where he was now.
I helped Summer sit down on the steps and while Rachel rang her downstairs neighbors doorbell, Summer puked her guts out on the sidewalk. The lights were on in his apartment but, nobody was home.
Summer thought John would be very angry with her for going home without him. We assured her that we didn't think John would want her to get frostbite or hypothermia and asked her where she lived which turned out to be a few blocks away. Rachel offered to give her a ride home. I offered to help but, Rachel suggested that I should probably just get George home.
So George and Rachel are Big Damn Heroes and I got away with not doing too much of anything or having anyone puke in my car.
YAY!