Date Night

My Life

It’s 7 p.m. on a Monday in the Mission. The man walking in front of us is drunk, very drunk, and angry. He spins around to engage with us, and Bryan turns me by the elbow toward a display window. We pretend to discuss eyewear trends long enough to confuse the man, and he continues on.

We’re a quarter block behind him when he begins to weave and stumble dangerously. He is crossing the street, tilting forward, forward, until suddenly he is horizontal.

He falls so fast, so hard, there isn’t even time to gasp. I can still hear his teeth smack the asphalt.

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15 thoughts on “Date Night”

  1. Oh, man. I saw something similar at Disneyland last summer. A man trying to cut in line attempted to jump the rope barriers. That sound is forver stuck with me.

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  3. God, isn’t that just awful? A friend and I came upon a man just as he had a seizure (the result of a lot of drinking apparently). From full standing to face down on the sidewalk. Awful.

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  8. I have discussed more window displays that I’m not in the least bit interested in just to avoid the rants of many “madmen”. The best one was contraceptives in a drugstore window… the pros, the cons. Good times!
    Jules
    House of Jules

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  9. The worst is when that happens when you’re with your kids…
    (although my kids manage to scare them off).

    It’s too bad about his teeth though.

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  14. “Bryan turns me by the elbow toward a display window”

    you’ve got yourself a good guy there. but you knew that. 🙂

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