Hell of a thing to keep you occupied on a
friday night, eh?
Last night a call went out to the
Prudence Island Volunteer Fire Department (of which I am almost, not quite yet a
member). Volunteers were requested to search the beaches and
waters on the
northern end of the
island to look for a 57 year old
man in an eight-foot
skiff who hadn't been seen for several hours. Having little better to do, and being one of those schmucks who volunteers for this shit regularly, I started walking the beaches with some other folks, looking for a waving
hand or (more likely) a floating
corpse.
Nothing.
I retired several hours later. The next morning, lo and behold, the man was found, safe and sound! THE
INCONSIDERATE MOTHERFUCKER WENT TO THE
MAINLAND TO GET A
FLASHLIGHT AND DIDN'T CALL HIS
WIFE WHO PANICKED AND CALLED THE
RESCUE.
It is shit like this that will deter me from
marriage for the rest of my
natural life.