One Sunday morning we were returning to our three-flat near Belmont and Sheffield. The people in the apartment building next door, mostly college types, had a particularly large party the night before.
The morning was bright and quiet, which made the sound of three large windows crashing on the sidewalk below that much louder. Apparently partygoers leaning from the windows the night before had loosened them to the point that they fell out as we approached.
A crowd assembled, and one guy suddenly threw himself onto the pile of glass and metal screaming, "Call 911! Call 911!" Several people in the crowd hissed at the "victim" as the paramedics loaded him into the ambulance, but he just lay there, eyes closed, moaning.
From behind us in the crowd a voice said, "She-it! Three squares and a shower. I wish I'd thoughta that!"
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