I went to the movies for the first time in a long time last night, and as we were waiting for The Wrestler to start, one of my friends turned to me and said, “My mom’s crazy. She said be careful because three people have passed out watching this film. She’s nuts.”
I didn’t know much about the plot going in, but we both laughed thinking that was highly unlikely.
Then sure enough, about 30 minutes into our screening, someone in the rear of the theater started to yell, “Someone call a doctor! Call 911!” There was a commotion, and it was hard to tell what was going on, but once the lights came up you could make out a small crowd tending to a very pale man. We guessed he’d passed out.
That’s when the second – and stranger – thing happened. Another friend leaned over and said, “Oh wow. That’s Rahm.”
And it was. Rahm Emanuel was one of several people who came to the man’s rescue.
We waited a while with the movie off and the lights on – watching Rahm and co – until the paramedics showed up. They got the sick guy up and walking so I’m guessing he’s going to be alright.
As for my friend…she’s totally calling her mom tomorrow to apologize.