I thought you lived in zion with no poor among you etc.?
What's going on there?
This afternoon at work we watched through the windows as a vagrant was arrested on the sidewalk in front of the office. The man was clearly high on something. I'm not sure if it was alcohol, drugs or something else, but the guy was having a bad chemical reaction to something.
At first, the guy was just hanging around being loud. After a bit, he started getting in the faces of passers-by. Then he was falling into things like trees, people and the building. It was at about this point that several police cars, an ambulance and two fire trucks came roaring up. Seriously, you'd think the president had been shot.
Things got particularly fun when the dude started freaking out about the EMT trying to check his eyes, smacked his head on the office window, fell onto the sidewalk and vomited all over himself and the EMT. Yes, vagrant vomit. These guys DO NOT get paid well enough for this.
The police eventually managed to get him calmed down enough to clean him up, check his vitals and get him into a police car. The last thing I heard was a cop say to the guy, "Please, just don't throw up in my car."
Too late, officer. Too late.
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If I'd been called out there and the guy vomited on me, I'd have a really hard time not punching the guy. Yeah, I know it's not exactly a fair fight when he's stoned, but it's not like he's going to feel it...for a while. Seems like a fair trade for years of icky flashbacks.