Several years ago, on our way to dinner, we passed a cavalry of cop cars & t.v. vans two streets down from us. A quick call to a contact at a local t.v. station revealed that it was a homicide. Grrreat.
When we got home, we turned on the 11 o'clock news to see if the perpetrator had be apprehended or if we needed to sleep in shifts. Turns out, it wasn't a homicide, it was a domestic assault. The reporter informed the viewers that a couple had fought & she had shot him in the butt. That's not exactly how he said it, but that's the gist of it. In the background a gurney rolled by with a young man lying on his stomach and sorta propped up on his elbows. He called out "Eye luuvve yew!"
Off-camera, a (somewhat remorseful) voice called back. "Happy Birthday!"
i LOVE this story! no matter how many times i hear it, i laugh til i snort. oh, and rodney and i tell each other this on a regular basis. "I luuuuv you!" "happy birthday!"
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