Drama in my street
Nov 27, 2009 21:33:09 GMT
Post by spindrift on Nov 27, 2009 21:33:09 GMT
I noticed people gathering in the street outside my house yesterday. Someone was lying on the ground in the road. A woman in a white coat was using her mobile. Had there been a traffic accident?
I rushed out and offered to help. People were walking away and cars were slowly moving past the man in the road. It seemed that he had drunk himself into oblivion. He smelled of alcohol.
The last time someone fell on the pavement outside my house it had turned out that she had had an epileptic fit. Anyway I waited around then finally went back into the house. An ambulance was on its way.
I went up to the third floor to see what would happen next. Once the ambulance arrived the white-coated lady disappeared.
The ambulance men took over.
Not wanting to draw attention to myself I took pictures through the window.
It seemed that the prone man was homeless. He had been carrying several bags that were strewn around. I noticed that even whilst he was unconscious he had his fingers through one of the bag handles. The amubulance men examined various plastic bottles that they took out of his bag and smelled the contents. They asked him whether he had drunk 'all of this' and 'all of that'.... I couldn't hear his answers.
He must have been drunk because they called the police who duly arrived and stood him up against a wall.
Someone had put a blanket around him. He didn't seem to be saying much and I think he was highly embarrassed. The poor unfortunate.
and I felt great pity for him. I wondered what his story was.
I rushed out and offered to help. People were walking away and cars were slowly moving past the man in the road. It seemed that he had drunk himself into oblivion. He smelled of alcohol.
The last time someone fell on the pavement outside my house it had turned out that she had had an epileptic fit. Anyway I waited around then finally went back into the house. An ambulance was on its way.
I went up to the third floor to see what would happen next. Once the ambulance arrived the white-coated lady disappeared.
The ambulance men took over.
Not wanting to draw attention to myself I took pictures through the window.
It seemed that the prone man was homeless. He had been carrying several bags that were strewn around. I noticed that even whilst he was unconscious he had his fingers through one of the bag handles. The amubulance men examined various plastic bottles that they took out of his bag and smelled the contents. They asked him whether he had drunk 'all of this' and 'all of that'.... I couldn't hear his answers.
He must have been drunk because they called the police who duly arrived and stood him up against a wall.
Someone had put a blanket around him. He didn't seem to be saying much and I think he was highly embarrassed. The poor unfortunate.
His belongings were still on the road
and I felt great pity for him. I wondered what his story was.