Right behind them was a sign on a building that stated “Beware Of Propeller”. Didn’t think anything about it as we talked about the latest hi-jinks of Toody and Muldoon when all of a sudden a propeller appeared out of nowhere and cut off the top of my friend’s head.
He staggered around for a bit and then started talking about the latest episode of “The French Chef” which I had never watched but he went on about how he learned how to cook pork chops and I was hooked.
When he was done talking about the show, he staggered around for a bit more, finally found the top of his head and went to the infirmary. I think he lived, but never saw him again.
As I was walking away, another propeller (or the same one) came whizzing by me, circled around and came right back. I fell to the ground and it passed over me and disappeared.
I then got up, walked the rest of the way home and watched “The French Chef”. Then I went to bed and woke up around 6 am the next day and continued on with my life.