Waiter saves woman from the worst blind date ever:
Colt Haugen, a 22-year-old student at the University of Colorado and waiter at Ruby Tuesday, was working at the restaurant last month when he saw a man pull a pill from his pocket and put it in his date's glass when the woman got up from the table. "I almost dropped the food I was holding. I couldn't believe what I was seeing," Haugen says. "I talked with the manager. I told her, I said, 'I saw this plain as day. And if we don't do something about this, something's going to happen to this woman.'" The police were called and when the drink was tested, it was found to contain Valium. Nancy McGrath, the woman at the table, was on a blind date and considers Haughen to be an "angel." "He saved my life," she says.
A few months ago, I got an attack of vertigo in a bar, so bad that I couldn't walk. (It happens every few months) As I staggered out of the bar, having to stop and put my head between my legs every few steps in order to overcome the waves of nausea, I dimly realized that the friends I was with (both male), were informing everyone in the bar that I had vertigo. When I stopped being so sick, some hours later, I started being embarassed; I must, I thought, have looked like I was vilely, humiliatingly drunk. Was it very embarassing, I asked one friend.
"It wasn't because you looked drunk," he said; "You looked like the roofies had kicked in too soon."
Thank god for interested bystanders.
""It wasn't because you looked drunk," he said; "You looked like the roofies had kicked in too soon." "
should it concern you that he 'knows' what the effects of 'roofies' looks like?
something tells me that dude isn't an EMT..
I had vertigo more and more frequently, went to the doctor who said a virus had destroyed the cillia in my inner ear. Only solution was to wait for cillia to regrow, and I was prescribed meclazine (50 mg) which completely controls the vertigo as long as I take it every 6 hours. This has now been going on for 8 months. You may want to have yourself checked out.
So what happens to the dirtbag who spiked the drink?
Any lawyers or cops out there who know how these things work?
I get vertigo occasionally and according to my doctor it is caused when calcium deposits get sturred up in my inner ear canals. Fortunately that doesn't happen too often, but when it does I think it would be easier to walk on two broken legs. If this is the cause, have you heard of the Epley Maneuver ? I'm considering it.
I'm glad that waiter called the cops, but I wish he had also hit the guy over the head with his tray.
The guy who tried to drug her was a former city counselman: http://www.9news.com/news/local/article.aspx?storyid=86706
Oh, and look at what else I found about the guy, from 1994:
What a charming fellow.
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I am a guy, and when I read stories like this, I want to repeal that phrase in the Constitution about "cruel and unusual punishment".
should it concern you that he 'knows' what the effects of 'roofies' looks like?
It looks like a single girl with a male companion stepping away from a drink and going south all of a sudden. Drunkeness is generally cumulative; anything else is suspect.
You're lucky to have such friends. Me too.
I got a Mickey from a couple of guys who knew the bartender and were also ... um ... chatting me up ... as I was standing in line for drinks at a street fair.
Fortunately for me, I took our drinks back to my best friend, and because that's my wife, she knew right away there was something extraordinarily wrong soon after I started drinking mine, and got me to an emergency room.
As a man, the emergency room people were not sympathetic or understanding. But a friend who was a doctor made the diagnosis a few days later - I had all the roofie symptoms, and hardly any of the drunk, stroke, TIA, infection, and what have you symptoms.
Reminds me of the time I put a viagra in my friend's beer. That was good for a few laughs.
I also had a stranger slip something in my drink at a bar, back when I was a college lad. I was at a happy hour with some friends, having a beer and a smoke. This complete stranger came up and asked if he could "borrow my cigarette for a moment." He did a little magic trick and made the cigarette disappear, then walked off. We never saw him again. I pegged him as a weird anti-smoking zealot.
I walked home, but (fortunately) did not walk home alone. Everything got slow and blurry. At some point later that evening, I somehow drove over to my girlfriend's place on schedule, but I only remember a few fragments of the night. Next thing I knew, it was 5 AM and I was throwing up on my girlfriend's couch.
I guess the take-home lesson is to always keep an eye on your drink, and don't be fooled by sleight-of-hand drink spikers. Rapist magicians are on the prowl.
alan, don't do the Epley Manuevers lightly. My mother was sort of interested after reading about them in the LA Times. My wife (a physical therapist) freaked out that this was being put forth in a newspaper as something of a home remedy, as it can be extremely dangerous. If you carotid arteries are compromised (and this, in fact, can be a cause of vertigo), Epley Manuevers (among other manipulations) can cause stroke.
Don't forget Liviu Librescu, a Holocaust survivor, gave his life, so many of these people could live. Librescu's entire family was decimated by the orders of the uncle of William Patrick Stuart-Houston.
There are some guardian angels that had ancestors from the American Revolution. They are Daniel L. Parmenter, Gary Joy, and James Frederick Fayard, III (Fayard is also part African-American), God bless them and bonsoir Daniel, Gary, and James.
There is another guardian angel of Norman origin and his name was James Arlie Montgomery. People call the school Jim Monkey or Monkey or Monty (possibly), and he is of stormin' Norman!
There are two heroes from Colorado. David Wayne Gilcrease and Hobert Aley Franklin, Jr. gave their lives to save a woman, and are the Groebli (Frick) and Mauch (Frack) of Colorado heroes.
Jeremiah Neitz is one hero and he stops the gunman from shooting anymore people. Neitz is a Prussian-Mexican-American hero.