True story. After we were locked out of the office parking lot one morning, my coworker was attacked by a black column of smoke. And then run over by a gold Pontiac. Four times. I just hid in the banyan trees till it was over. Weird.
I work at UMC which is huge, and we have a lot of stragglers that are lost looking for the McDonald's at Methodist Rehab.
I guess I'm like the random helicopter or airplane that shows up from time to time, but either pretends to not see the people or has some other agenda.
I'm probably a lot like Hurley. I'm overweight (although not nearly as bad as his fat ***), I constantly wonder if I'm going crazy, and while everyone seems to like me I always get left out of big decisions that affect me directly.