Today I witnessed the most amazingly hilarious yet heartbreaking thing ever. Two men were downtown, having what looked like some kind of heated discussion. Then all of a sudden, one of the men (portly, gruff, muttonchops) tripped and fell, kind of in a seated position. . . on an orange construction cone. This man just went down, WHAM, and next thing you know, he has a construction cone wedged up his butt. You know when someone goes to sit down and you yank the chair out from under them? It was kind of like that, but instead of hitting a smooth albeit hard surface (the ground) he his a sharply pointed neon surface. And then! Rather than laughing at the hilarity of the situation, he got all flustered and tried to act like he didn't just get violated by a construction cone.
It was Frank and I in the car downtown, in an alleyway, so we had the luxury of being able to slow the car down and take it all in. I was in the passenger seat snorting and crying tears of laughter, when for some reason Frank PULLED OVER, rolled the window down and GAWKED at the poor man. Between my snorts I asked him "what the hell are you doing?!" and he said he was making sure the guy was all right. Which would have been fine if he had asked, "are you all right?!" instead of just stopping and staring at the guy. I hope the guy's dignity and internal organs will heal.