First, let me set the scene.
It’s a form submission day at the organization where I work so there are
about 10 women (the caregivers) at the office.
The children (that come for food after school) and I are playing a game
somewhere in between tag and dodge ball.
Enter our leading man-a ridiculously drunk South African man. When I say ridiculously drunk, I’m talking
glassy eyes-slurred speech-stumbling-if I touch him he might fall over-drunk. He wanders onto our property and starts
attempting to join in on our game. We
all ignore him and since he is having trouble walking straight, he gives up to
go sit down near the caregivers who are relaxing outside. At some point, the drunk man pushes his luck
and the women decide it’s time for him to go.
The next thing I see are two women trying to pick up this man and
clumsily try to carry him inside…I’m guessing to sleep? The man decides he’s not going to cooperate
with this time-out and comes running out of the building. A couple of seconds
later the two women run out after him.
To get the hilarity of the moment, you really just need to pause and
imagine a stumbling drunk man running around the yard with two big black women
chasing him. Every time the man thinks
he’s gotten far enough ahead that he is safe, he stops to do a little victory
dance before continuing to run his circles around the yard. The women finally give up their chase and one
goes to get a knife to threaten (90% a fun jest and 10% serious) the drunk
man. To be honest, I can’t really
remember how the story ends—one can only assume the drunk man gets bored and
leaves or passes out somewhere in the grass.
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