Thursday, January 15, 2009

The downside of living in a tent

You know - it happens more than you'd think.

At 4:48am some dude realized that he (or someone allegedly) spilled water all over the inside of his tent. He was obviously drunk and kept scream really loudly many words which are not fit for printing - that he was going to "murder someone" etc. The screaming and ranting - which I hoped would stop didn't - it continued for about 15 minutes...at which point, I realized that I had two options:

Option 1: Confront him - I figured that he was drunk; a roundhouse to the face oughta do the job - but then he was probably drunk enough not to feel it - then I considered one of the many rocks laying outside my tent - but then I thought about how much it would suck having to rap the unconscious dude in my sleeping bag so he didn't die from exposure (its about 30 degrees at night.) Then I considered the consequences of this action - he sounded crazy enough to have a gun - and I started thinking of the ways that I'd prefer to die:

Option A: Being shot to death in my tent because I couldn't sleep by some drunk guy who has water all over his tent.

Option B: Get shot out by the chemical shed at a Mexican Prison because I got caught in the country without a passport and a purdy mouth.

Option C: Realize my life-long dream of being in a Soccer Riot (and bashing some French skulls.)

Both B & C sounded better - so I considered Option 2

Option 2: Walk out there - tell the dude to SHUT THE (HECK) up - give him my sleeping bag, and tell him to go sleep in the barn (out of the wind.)

I choose Option 2. Compassion no....See - I learned a few things from Bob - and one of the most important things is that revenge is a dish best served cold (or wait - did I learn that from Kill Bill?)

I gave him my spare sleeping bag, told him to (WELL YOU KNOW) - and told him to go sleep in the barn - the advantages of this? And how does revenge have anything to do with this? Well, I woke up this morning at 6:30 - made a bunch of noise in the barn until he poked his head out of my sleeping bag.

Good morning I said pleasantly. Nice to meet you I replied.

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