Thursday, November 03, 2005

Glenn's Sacrifice


The Blue Angels were in town for Fleet Week, a Navy celebration in SF. I had decided to go up to Ghiradelli square and watch the Air Show with a few people. My friend Glenn decided to show up with a 6 pack of Amstel Light, and get crunk watching the theatrics. After the show, Glenn still had one Amstel. He hung onto it with dear life as we travelled across town for the next thing to do. Soon, we came across a trash can infront of a store that was on fire. I personally would have kept on walking, but that's because I think fire is kind of neat, and it can't really harm a metal trash can. Glenn on the other hand is a good Samaritan, and decided to do something about it. He pulled out his last Amstel out of its protective brown paper bag, and asked for my bottle opener. I then knew what must be done... Glenn was going to sacrifice the Amstel. He then poured the beer in the trash can, thereby putting out the fire. Well, this is where things got weird. As the fire slowed to a dull sizzle, a man with a shrunken arm showed up. I knew he was about to blame the fire on Glenn and I, and then call the cops on us, or worse, grab one of us with the shrunken arm. In an act of true honor, he asked Glen if he needed another Amstel. The shrunken arm guy then took Glenn into the grocery store, and handed him a crisp cold Amstel. Big ups to Karma! Booyakasha.