Last night while out drinking with my work mates I witnessed a strange event. We were sat in a bar, called O Bar, that has two levels and the stairs come down into the main bar where we were drinking.
So, all of a sudden there was a loud crash a we just saw a guy fall, from about half way up the stairs, down onto the floor. It looked like he’d landed on his head and there was a half sympathetic groan from most of the people sat around. The guy got up, rubbed his head a bit and went about his business claiming to be ok. His mates were having a good old chuckle about it and so with everyone healthy and no blood spilt on the floor we carried on with our night out.
About quarter of an hour later I crossed paths with one of the friends of the guy who had fallen. “Is your mate ok?” I asked, “That really looked like it hurt!”
The friend, who was wearing a fantastic, chequered, lumberjack style shirt I must add, just laughed.
“That’s his party trick!” he said “He just chucks himself down stairs for fun.”
I just looked at the guy in disbelief
“He’s much better when he’s wearing his slippy shoes you know” the friend added as he left.
Wonders never cease!