i once thought i'd saved a life
if you've looked at my other answer, you'll know about the high rise block near where i used to live.
one day, i was looking out of the living room window, when i saw something peculiar. a man, hanging out of one of the block's 8th floor windows.
wait, what?
shit! he's hanging out of the window! he's going to fall!
i yelled upstairs for my sister and down she came, wanting to know what all the fuss was about.
"look over there," says i. "can you see what i'm seeing?"
she looks out of the window.
"no, not that low down, look further up." "shit!" she says, "he's going to die!"
confident now that i'm not seeing things, i call the police. they tell us someone will be there immediately, don't worry.
well, we did worry. we sat there for half an hour, biting our nails, smoking like chimneys and checking every 30 seconds or so that he hadn't lost his grip.
then my sis looked out of the window and saw what we'd been dreading; he was gone. we were convinced that he'd fallen. we both sat there mourning the sad loss of this unknown man.
about ten minutes later, the phone rang. my sister answered it and, by the look on her face, i could tell it was the police. she listened for a moment, then thanked the officer and hung up.
as she turned to me, i wasn't expecting her to say "the police have rescued a blue jumpsuit that someone had hung out of their window to dry."

it left us both with such a weird feeling, we didn't even laugh.
in hindsight, though, it's hysterical!
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 23:44, Reply)