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Mmmmm! Tasty chunks!

{ 6:01 PM, 3/12/2007 } { 1 comments } { Link }

Last week, I stayed at work until quite late. You know, deadlines and stuff, the sort of things that you know are coming but are never quite ready for.
Anyways, I had what I later found out was a sprained neck and wanted to go to bed asap. So when I got to my metro station, needless to say that I was fantasizing about my comfy bed. However, as I got close to the door and started getting ready o face the mighty cold ( about -30 Celsius which is -22 Fahrenheit) I noticed a guy lying face down on the cold cement. I could have sword that a moment ago he had been standing on the curb, apparently waiting for his ride to show up.
The first thing that came to me was "OMG!! He got shot!!"
Then I thought that I'd better go and have a look to see if he's hurt. So telling myself bravely that a gunshot in this area was unlikely, I stepped outside. I called out, went beside him and poked him while asking if he was OK, which he was obviously not if he was lying face down as he was.
"Mmggggmmmhmhmmmm!" was hi response. I saw that he had hit his head on the ground pretty badly when he fell down. The cut appeared to be deep, but since it was so cold, the blood seemed to have frozen in its path. I turned around determined to find help. A guy came up to me, asking me what the deal was. I told him I didn't know what had happened but that I had seen him fall flat on his face. He told me he was a security guard, tough not from the metro station. I went to call help, leaving the other man in charge. I figured he'd know more about such a situation than I would.
Inside, I found no one to help me. I saw that the McDonald was open so I figured if anyone knows how to contact security it'd be the mingling Mc Donald manager. But it was closing time and the people inside wouldn't even acknowledge that I was knocking on their stupid glass door.
So I returned outside where the hurt guy had gotten up and started walking off to the side of the building where benches were laid. The security guy told me he was just a little too drunk but that he had seemed coherent enough. I however was quite worried about his hurt head. I didn't remember much from the CPR I had learned in high school gym class, but I know that someone whose hit their head is not supposed to lie down. So when a few steps away I saw the drunk kid fall a second time, I was afraid that the situation could no longer be ignored. My fellow Samaritan helper went to get someone who actually worked in the metro station. There is always a least 1 person to keep order in that place; the thing is to find that person. And off he went, while I stayed outside, freezing my ass off for the sake of a drunk teenager on spring break. I tried talking to him, but he slurred to me that he'd be fine as long as he got a bit of rest. Considering his gashed head and the weather, I didn't think it was a good idea. I ran back inside to see if perhaps the guard was in my area. No one was there but a couple of people waiting for their buses. I went back outside only to find the poor kid face down again, only this time he appeared to be drowning in his own puke. So I pulled his backpack as hard as I could so at least his face would be higher and he could breath. Despite his young age, he was a lot bigger than me. I couldn't lift him entirely by myself. Another man came to help. He asked me what was the matter. I roughly explained and he tried to reason with the kid to go inside. The young man was starting to get annoyed by all these strangers telling him what to do. Finally the security guard came back with the actual guard for the station. He looked a bit scared by the state of the teen. I told him the kid needed help. He didn't seem to realize that he had something to do. We could not lift the young man unless he heaved himself first. So I told him " Look, I know you just want us to leave you alone, but it's really dangerous for you to stay outside since you can't feel the cold because you are drunk. But if you go inside, at least you can lie on a bench instead of on the icy ground. and we'll leave you alone. All right?"
That seemed to do the trick. Helped by the guard and the second stranger, the first having left the scene to catch his bus, the drunk teenager got to his feet and stumbled inside. I was quite relieved. I asked him for the phone number of someone who could pick him up before he fell asleep on the bench. Altough he was not speaking really loud, he was surprisingly clear considering the situation. I gave the number to the security guard and went home.
I have no idea who this kid was. He must have had the worst hangover EVER!!
Here's a doodle representing the scene.

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{ 3:46 PM, 3/15/2007 } { Posted by Anonymous }
WOW! Incroyable... comme quoi les gens se comportent vraiment comme un gros troupeau de vaches... je me demande ce qui est arrive apres... probablement que le gars du metro a juste sacre son camp...

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