All right! Last
post, second funny moment story.
I was chilling with some friends. We had no idea what we really wanted to do so
we ended up going to Wal-Mart, for the heck of it. After all, anything is fun if you’re with fun
people.
So there we were, in Wal-Mart walking around for no
reason whatsoever. And when you do that
in Wal-Mart, well you’re bound to pick up some Mountain Dew and maybe a few
donuts to boot. We decided to dispense
with the “we don’t really need this stuff” phase and just buy the goods. Once the goods were bought we went back to
the car—there were only four of us so we all fit in one—and piled in. Then we debated for a while about where to go
next.
We eventually decided that, even with the donuts, we
were hungry, and as I was the one driving I directed our path to the nearest
Applebee’s. It being late at night and
all of us being rather high on caffeine, I punched the accelerator as I entered
the parking lot, roaring down the somewhat straight stretch. Then this dude walks out right in front of
me. I have no idea where he came from or
how he got there but he was there and I hit him, dead on, at a fairly high
speed. He bounced off the bumper, hit the
windshield, and thumped onto the roof before hitting the ground.
I slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt, and we
all sat in silence for at least thirty seconds.
Then, and I know how horrible this sounds, I started to laugh. I have no idea why. I mean, I just hit a dude with my car, and
for some reason it struck me as hilarious, and as I began to laugh, everyone
else did too. It was like our moral compasses had been temporarily turned off
so that we could laugh at the fact that I possibly killed a guy. We weren’t even in the laughter phase of
shock or anything, this was genuine laughter and we even started imitating how
the guy looked when he bounced off the bumper, which made us laugh even harder.
As I think back on it now, I have no idea how we found
any humor in the situation. Yeah,
everyone laughs at the fail videos when people get hit in the crotch, head,
stomach, or pretty much any part of their bodies, but that’s watching it from a
distance. It doesn’t matter there
because we don’t know the people. But
come on, that’s not supposed to mean that we laugh at serious things like
potentially killing a guy. Yet that’s
what we did. Even as we got out of the
car to go check the dude we were still laughing. Seeing his body sprawled out all crooked on
the pavement sobered us up, but there were still a few chuckles going around.
Those died completely, though, when I checked his pulse
and told my friends to call an ambulance.
Now as I hope you were able to tell, the story above is
entirely fictitious. If you were not
able to tell, I apologize for any undue trauma I may have caused you. It’s just that when I got to these blog
posts, I was having trouble knowing what to write. Not because I haven’t been laughing with my
friends, because I have been laughing plenty.
But I haven’t had one of those gut wrenching, laughing so hard I’m
crying incidents in quite a while, and it’s kind of depressing. So I made something up.
Although, thinking about it, if this type of thing did
ever happen to me, late at night when I’m with my friends, I honestly think my
first reaction would be laughter.
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