and Chick very much by accident at Barley's with our newly 21 year-old daughter. Was super busy for some reason, two deep at the bar. An awful looking guy sitting next to a cute woman moved a bit to allow me to order, so we struck up a conversation, and in three sentences we were using our tnet handles. I'm not saying all tnetters are gay, or that all gays are tnetters, but somehow we 'just knew'.
Fine. We're having an enjoyable but surface-y conversation, when daughter keels over flat out on the floor. She and Miss had given blood that day, both are borderline hypoglycemic, and in the heat and close air, down she went. A woman sitting on the other side of Celt said, "I'm a nurse", and checked on daughter. "She's fine, she'll be around in a minute." I had barely processed that when Miss followed suit. Bang! Both of them laid out on the floor, right there in Barleys.
What are you supposed to do? I mean, they're not in trouble. But it looks really awful, both of them hitting the floor like that, both laid out like nobody's home, so you feel guilty just standing there. Celt didn't even blink, let alone move. He looked down at them, looked back up at me. I looked down at them, looked back at him. He shrugged, like, "What can you do?" Well, nothing, I guess.
I think he ordered another beer. We waited on them to come around, which they presently did. Someone behind the bar had called EMS out of an abundance of misplaced caution, and while we were all laughing about it the front doors burst open and several very serious people rushed in with two gurneys. It took awhile to get them leave without taking away bodily evidence of their diligence. Celt ordered another beer.
He was cool. That is how I always saw him when I saw his posts. Cool.