They say that the truth is stranger than fiction.
It's not everyday that you can honestly say that you "tripped over a drunken foreign midget" last night. But it happens.
I really didn't see her behind me.
Perhaps she was trying to hide.
Perhaps she was trying to bite my knees.
Perhaps she was hoping for a massive insurance company payout.
Or perhaps she was just a really sweet little person minding her own business.
Either way. She hit the ground like a really small bag of potatoes.
Then, she couldn't get up. Like honestly, could not walk.
There comes a point where all you can do is look at your friends and try to get a read on the situation. Get some guidance on how to deal with what's going on. All I could see was wide open mouths. Sunglasses falling off of noses in disbelief.
I felt like I had killed an Oompa Loompa.
Suddenly, from the sidewalk... a frazzle of activity. Our little friend gets up... starts mumbling in drunken Spanish... screams out "Happy New Year!" and waddles away to get another drink.
I was done for the night.
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