Will was one of two guys in my acrobatics class. He had been in some sort of accident several years earlier and wanted to regain some of his pre-accident mobility. We partnered up during several activities and learned more about each other that way.
He asked me out for coffee and while we were out, a lot of our talk was about different poses and such. Then he said, "Watch me do this!" and right there in the coffee shop, he swung his right arm over the top of his head at an awkward angle (don't try it!) and there was a tremendous crack.
"Ahhh, that's the stuff!" he said, but winced like he was in some serious pain.
I asked him if he was okay and he said he was, but he held his arm at an awkward angle and looked anything but okay. To be honest, it looked like he was about to cry.
He stood up with a look of anguish and said, "I'm going to drive myself to an emergency room. Excuse me."
I wasn't about to let him drive himself anywhere, so I drove him to the local hospital. He had done some serious damage, but would end up being okay after physical therapy. Definitely not how I hoped our first time out would go.
We remained friends for a little while after that, until he took on an attitude that blamed me for his injury. I stopped talking to him after that.
This story cracked me up (no pun intended). "I'm going to drive myself to an emergency room. Excuse me." LOVE IT!
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