"Head...Shoulders...Knees and...SOCKS!"

Now another entry in the strange situations that Socks has found herself in file...

Tonight after we put Child to bed, I went out to pick up dinner from a new local pizza joint that just opened up down the block. New pizza place is next door to the 7-11 so the master plan is to get - what else - Slurpees as well. This is not our first choice 7-11, the parking lot sucks, the machines don't always work, and last time I was there the floor was so sticky that I was having trouble walking in my Doc Martens.

But not tonight! There was a trail of some liquid from the parking lot to the sidewalk to the doors. Then when I open the door, laying right there on the floor in front of me is some man. Just laying there on the nasty-ass liquidy trailed floor of the 7-11. His arms are over his face, and there is a pack of cigarettes and a yellow "Caution Wet Floor" cone on the floor next to him. He's not moving or making a sound. One guy is behind the counter, another guy is standing there with a mop, two other guys (local cabbies) are standing around looking at this guy. They tell me I can come in, so I do. I walk around laying on the ground guy and follow the luquidy trail back to the Slurpee machines. While I'm Slurp-ing, I hear the men talking - "We need to call 9-1-1" "Why isn't he saying anything?" "He's hurt" "He slipped on the wet floor" "We should call 9-1-1"

I ponder all of this while I pour my Slurpees. Did he slip on the slime trail? Did they put the Wet Floor cone up before or after he fell? Why were the two cabbies just standing there staring at this guy - were they witnesses to what occurred? Dutifully waiting for the police so they can explain what happened? Is he going to sue? And if he did slip on the slime - how could he NOT have seen it?

Meanwhile, other people are coming into the store and encountering this odd situation. I take my Slurpees up to the counter to pay and the guy with the mop starts mopping the floor between me and the man on the floor. I again walk around the guy, and weave my way through the double parked cars in the small parking lot to drop off the drinks so that I can go next door and pick up the pizza.

I tell the nice neighborhood pizza man what was going on next door, and they were surprised. I told them so they aren't surprised or freaked out when the sirens and lights appear in the lot out front.

Sure enough, just as I get in the car, I hear the sirens coming down the street. I'm trying to get out of the lot before they arrive, but without success. Luckily I am able to get around the firetruck and ambulance to get home.

I am curious what happened and what the outcome will be, but somehow I have the feeling that not knowing is the better option.

On a less bizarre note...

This afternoon we went out to lunch at a new place called Moe's that just opened up near us. They are a fresh-Mex place that is based out of Atlanta. When you walk in the door all the staff yells "WELCOME TO MOE'S!!!!" This of course was repeated quite often as we were sitting there eating our lunch. So of course eventually everytime the staff would yell their greeting, Child would also pipe up and yell "MOE'S!!!" The staff picked up on this, and we all had the giggles.