Flarpswitch wrote:
...Once in a while the hand of fate comes down with a well deserved "dope-slap" upside the ol' noggin'. I recall a young man that came jogging through my site and in one fell swoop got clothes-lined by hanging beach towels, tripped up by a recliner, burned by my campfire and bit (more of a nip) by my otherwise napping dog. I was inside fetching a cold one from the fridge when all this happened. However, all this was retold to me a dozen times by the people in the campsite across from me who thought this was the best thing ever. One fellow was laughing so hard I thought he was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. Well, I'm just glad I was able to provide grand entertainment and another campfire story that will be told again and again.
To lower my blood pressure next time some oblivion strolls through right past my window (and there WILL be a next time because it happens everywhere, even when a convenient path has been provided by management), I'm going to picture that episode.