Just standing there like a mannequin. To be truthful it wasn't me who discovered this reality of urban existence, instead it was my faithful watchdog Zoee:
...barking like my life was in danger. In my Friday state of mind I conjectured: threat. We slowly moved back into Casa1733, in a very wtf way. Cellphone>>911, "uhhh, there's a mannequin at my steps."
"Pardon me?"
"This guy, he's just standing there like a mannequin."
"Does he need an ambulance?"
"DUDE! You need an ambulance?
He's not responding."
In the meantime, he gets comfortable:
"Chicago Fire Department..."
"Yeah, this guy is frozen like a mannequin in front of my house, unresponsive."
"We're on our way."
Seriously, five minutes later the FD was on this guy like birds of a feather.
Then the ambulance, then the cop:
Needless to say, we stayed in this evening.
