There are friends, and there are "friends". This fella never even pretended to be my friend but we had to rub elbows just because we hung out in the same circle. The other day his mobike ended up in a wreck and he is occupying a hospital bed on the fifth floor of a suburban hospital that could have served a better purpose. Anyway, there was a big hoopla among our pals and I was chosen to drive a bunch of dudes to the hospital with some flowers and a get well package. When we entered the room the guy looked like a mummy that fell off a Bowflex machine. He was plastered head to toe, the bed contorted ridiculously at a 45 degree angle and various wires and suspensions supporting his skeletal structure in the desired position. As soon as we walked in the guys gave a collective sigh and yelp, the gals started sobbing, and by instinct or reflex I burst out laughing (only for a second or two ) but then bit my tongue and contorted my face to cry but was caught pretending. What to do next time?
2007-03-04
04:27:39
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Kaliyug Ka Plato
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