This one comes from our journey by road to Las Vegas for the National Association of Television Producers and Executives annual gathering back in January. The purpose of the trip was to find a network for the show.
Our trip from Chicago to Vegas was only a couple of hours old when we pulled off the highway to gas up. Leo, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, quickly came to the realization that he had been sitting all that time on a piece of gum. The gum was now partly on the seat, but mostly covering his ass. Leo's attitude was 'well, can't change what's already happened.' So he left it as it was and entered the gas station, where he heard a number of snickers and giggles from the other patrons who couldn't help but notice the massive gum attack to his rear end.
Fast forward many hours later: by now, a number of other items have been sat on, and are bonding to the back of Leo's jeans. Slips of paper, a couple of gumdrops, and a number of unidentifiable objects. Each time he gets out of the car, more and more people are noticing. Some of them try to nicely let him know, but most just laugh out loud, sometimes pointing while they do so.
Leo seemed to enjoy the attention. I don't know what happened to those jeans, but Leo still fondly harkens back to the time he brought smiles across America.
Another tale from the Vegas trip. We were out donating a few dollars to the casinos, and stopping in one of their many restaurants to get some chow. After sitting down, we noticed something odd about the clientele: we were the only customers under the age of 65. Then we figured it out: the section of the casino we happened to be dining in was smack-dab in the middle of the biggest collection of slot machines on the planet.
A kindly-looking aged couple sat down near us, and ten minutes later it looked like the wife had gotten up and was deeply kissing her husband, who had remained seated. In fact, she was trying to quietly figure out why he wasn't responding to her even more than usual. He was sitting up, out cold.
John was the first to notice that something was wrong. He jumped up, Leo and I followed and rushed over to the man. The woman didn't know what was wrong with her husband, and we started shouting 'is there a doctor in the house?' The restaurant manager and staff stood around like stone; they didn't lift a finger to assist other than to call paramedics. In the meantime, the guy wasn't breathing.
John checked his pulse and found nothing. He face was deathly white, but we still had no clue what the problem was. Choking? Heart attack? Faking to change the subject with his wife? We didn't know, but knew we should do something.
It seemed like a good idea to get him out of his chair and onto the floor. None of us had refreshed our CPR certs in about 20 years, so that was out. But, we got lucky; as soon as that guy was laid out on the floor, the color started coming back to his face. He coughed a little, started breathing, and next thing we knew, he was trying to sit up. It was soon after that the paramedics arrived, and we turned him over to the pros.
We finished our meals while the EMTs checked him out and loaded up the stretcher. His wife, still dealing with the shock of the ordeal, stopped by our table to extend her thanks before following him out to the ambulance.
We figured that disctv was off to a good start. Heck, if we had saved a guy's life, that's gotta be bonus karma points for the show, right?
Brian
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