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Yesterday Robynn took me out to dinner at our favorite spot, Communal. On the way back we drove by Fresh Market and Robynn brought up an incident I had completely forgotten. One day we were in the store and some kind of fight broke out. I don’t really remember the details but Robynn remembers me getting the people to leave the store.<\/p>\n
She said “You’re always doing stuff like that. Jumping into fights.”<\/p>\n
I don’t know if that’s true but there have been a few times that come to mind. One time we were at another grocery store and two teens were yelling and shoving eachother. I got out of my car and asked them if everything was all right. They immediately stopped fighting, assured me that everything was, and promptly left.<\/p>\n
Another time I was driving on the highway and noticed a car weaving lazily in and out of traffic. The driver appeared drunk so I called 911, followed the car and helped coordinate the police to box him in. <\/p>\n
In the last 5 years I’ve probably called 911 on at least two dozen occasions. <\/p>\n
Apparently I’m action (or at least call and whine) prone. Really, I guess I’m a little of proud. But lest you think my ego is completely unchecked here’s the last time I jumped into action.<\/p>\n
I was home at lunch and taking a nap in bed. Suddenly, a strange and loud noise woke me. I jumped to my feet to hear my toilet boiling. Actually it wasn’t boiling, it was spewing gas into the house.<\/p>\n