Was Looking For A Dive-Bar
(I work as a security officer for a hotel in downtown New Orleans. I received a call about a man bleeding profusely outside of the bar, but in the lobby.)
Me: “Oh, my God! Are you all right?”
Man: “Yeah, I am fine.”
(I notice the man is bleeding badly from the mouth.)
Me: “What happened?”
Man: “I dove head first down the stairs.”
Me: “But… Why?”
Man: “I don’t know; I just wanted to.”
(I try all the usual techniques, including offering the man an ambulance. He refuses everything.)
Me: “Are you sure that I can’t call someone for you?”
Man: “Nah, man. I am okay. I used to play football. I have been hurt worse than this.”
(Reluctantly, I had to walk away, as he did appear to be able to take care of himself. However, his explanation of why he dove head first down the lobby stairs, just because he wanted to, leaving a trail of blood down the stairs still escapes me.)