"Thanks Mr. Police Man for letting me know the man I helped wasn't dead" -- probably the strangest thing I've said in the longest time but what a relief it was to say it. I said this after a situation today where upon going outside to tell some Pesky Parkers to move their cars I noticed a man, questionably drunk, laying on the ground. He wasn't just laying on the ground though; his head and shoulders were under the four wheeler of a local shop owner who uses the four wheeler to make deliveries and get around. Two young guys were sitting beside where the man was laying and I questioned them about him. They noted they didn't know who he was but that he was drunk. One of them thought it'd be funny to give the supposedly drunk man a kick to the leg. I didn't think it was funny at all so I noted that to them as did I note the fact that perhaps we should call someone because that kick hadn't caused any reaction whatsoever from the man. I then called the Pesky Parkers I had originally ventured outside to call and then returned into the club.
I kept on checking up on the drunk man via the window in our club's side office and he stayed there for quite some time. The two young guys continued their chatting and passer byers didn't seem to take notice. But then I noticed the shop owner come out. I was sure he'd notice the man under his four wheeler but when he strapped on his helmet and swung his leg over to get up on the four wheeler, it was obvious he hadn't seen what was on the other side of his vehicle. Instantly I sprinted out of the club, yelling and swinging my arms.
The shop owner stopped and looked up at me; everyone stopped and looked up at me.
Upon realizing what was under his four wheeler, he got off it. I approached the drunk man and gave him a good shove, nothing. The shop owner then gave him a good shove, nothing. That's when the shop owner asked me if I could help him move the vehicle away from the man. No one around seemed willing to help, just more than willing to stare, so I helped him. Thankfully another person ended up aiding us but woozers that four wheeler was heavy.
No sooner had we moved the four wheeler but then two police officers arrived at the scene so I went back into the club. I felt both super curious but also super grossed out by the situation not only because of how close that man's head came to being crushed but also because the man had still not responded to any of us trying to wake him up. "Maybe he's dead", one of my Hulkies noted, and with that I went to wash my hands. I thought I was going to be sick and the fact that I had possibly touched a dead man was crazy.
Ten minutes later, after I had pretty much scrubbed a few layers of skin off my hand, I peeked my head out of the club to see what had become of the situation. There the man now sat, sitting up looking super dazed and confused but surely not dead. One of the policemen took it upon himself to approach me then, to tell me that the man is very much alive but so very drunk. "Thanks Mr. Police Man for letting me know the man I helped wasn't dead."
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