Tonight Liza spent the evening at school for a parents' night out, singing Karaoke and apparently eating anything that wasn't nailed down. We didn't have distinct plans for our free time, so we did some early Christmas shopping scouting, had a nice dinner, and went to test-drive some new cars. We stopped for ice cream, and with a little time to spare we started back toward the school.
Jason was driving down a busy street in a nearby suburban strip-mall-infested area when he said, "What the hell is that?" He swerved around a bundle that was lying in the road, which we realized as we went past was an old guy stretched out on the ground across half of our lane. He looked at first glance to be either very asleep or very dead.
Jason slammed on the brakes, pulled into the parking lot near the guy, and got out to see if he could help the man. Several other cars stopped, too, and another couple reached him first. Jason came back to move the car to block the lane so nobody would accidentally run the guy (or any of the helpers) down (yay, hazard lights!), and the other two people helped him gather his belongings. Hat on head, cane in hand, collapsible light saber stuffed down his pants (????), the man staggered to his feet, leaving a small pool of blood on the pavement where his head had been. The couple helped him move to the sidewalk while a third stranger called 911. While we left to rush back to the school, we saw the man talking - or maybe arguing - with the couple, apparently refusing to sit down and rest while waiting for the ambulance.
So, how was your Saturday?