One summer day, Nick and I were on our last job of the day when this older man approached us. He was very upset and proceeded to tell us about his Elsa and how she was eating and fell to the floor. He pleaded to us to help him pick her up.
On the way to his house, we wondered who or what Elsa was. When we walked in the house, there was Elsa all 600 pounds of her. Elsa was his wife who had fallen down while eating a pizza. Nick and I were very upset and concerned and asked her if she was OK? She answered “Yes.” She told us she just wanted to get back on her feet and needed some help. So, Nick and I and Mr. Elsa attempted to raise Elsa to her feet but couldn’t budge her. Nick had remembered seeing some neighbors outside and ran for help. We tried again being careful not to grab the wrong body parts. With the extra help from the neighbor, we were able to stand her up so she could finish her pizza. Elsa and her husband were very thankful. Nick and I were relieved although our backs were hurting. We made it about ½ mile down the road and busted out into a laughing fit but at the same time felt sorry for Elsa and her husband. This story was written by Tom and happened at least 22 years ago.
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