They had chopped off his legs and he was dragging himself behind a building expecting to have his life put to an end. But the lady that worked inside of the restaurant saw him and grabbed her gun to fend off the the perpetrators.
I was appalled by this and during a jog with people I worked with I made some sly comment about "at least you have your legs" suspect that those I said this to were responsible for what I had seen happen although I wasn't there.
After the jog these coaches were hand picking pairs to square off - it was thought to be a ping pong competition - but once up at the table you were playing against someone that was either making biscuits or gravy... the partner I had to work with tried to swap and make me responsible for making the biscuits so they could make the gravy. So weird.
All I could think about was them complaining that a number wasn't working anymore.
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