I heard your cries for help across the river. I jumped off the towpath and headed down the bank so I could look for a landmark I could use to guide rescue to you when I dialed 911. The banks of the river are covered with a slick sticky goo because of flooding. Halfway down my feet flew out from under me and I fell hard. My back wrenched and my head slammed hard. But I still scrambled and slid down because I could still hear you yelling "Help! Help me!" Only to finally see you and your buddies at a dock across the way.
That's not funny. Not funny at all.
I'm having trouble getting around right now - I've pulled a muscle in my lower back. And I got mud on my favorite hat. The hat REALLY cheeses me off.
I'm sorry you had to go through that for those buffoons, but thank you for your diligence in investigating further. Most would have dialed 911, reported it and kept walking.
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