Just Hangin' Around...
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I yelled for help for almost 10 minutes before finally getting the attention of a young couple making their way to their car in the back of the parking lot.
“HEY! Hey, can you guys help me? PLEASE?!?”
”Uhh… well, um…” the male replied. Quite prolific, this one.
”Umm… What are you doing up there??” he yelled, standing at a safe distance. I can’t say that I blame him for keeping some space between us - the type of person one would normally find suspended on a 12 foot fence ensnared in barbed wire and bleeding profusely probably do not have the very best of intentions. In this situation, however, the only intention I had was to get the fuck down.
“I’m trapped. I’m uhh… I’m hurt pretty bad. I really need help… Can you go get someone? Please?”
“Uhh… Yeah, um…”
He just stood there stammering in complete disbelief at the scene he had stumbled upon. Here was a nice, upstanding young man taking his best girl out for a nice meal out at Chili’s. He probably figured a few hours of entertaining her dull conversational desires and a nice meal would get him at least a hummer that evening, possibly even laid. I am certain that the last thing he expected - or wanted - to see right then was me caught on the fence begging for help. Wide-eyed and completely in shock, he just stood there, utterly useless. The girl he had by his side finally chimed in - “What… what are you doing up there?”
”It’s a long story. Please… I’m bleeding badly here.” I just did NOT feel like going through the entire story with them, and seeing as how my white oxford shirt and kakhi pants had both become a wet crimson due to my plasma leaking out of various parts of my body, surely any rational human being would cease asking questions and run - right away - to get some assistance. These guys, however, needed some coaching.
”Can you just go get the manager or somebody? Please?”
Nothing. No response from the wonder dummies at all. The immediacy of the situation began to become more and more apparent as the barbs from the wire dug deeper and deeper into my thigh and calf.
This was one hell of a predicament I had gotten myself into.
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