Fiction can’t get any more bizarre than this. A Denver, Colo., mail carrier walked past a dead man on his route, without stopping to help, check, or call 911. He thought it was a left-over Halloween, er, decoration. The man, Dale Porch, was on his, er, front porch.
What the postman saw, his eyes denied,
On the postal route a grisly scene:
Dale Porch on his front porch had died,
Not a joke left over from Halloween!
The lesson, perhaps, is that appearances can be deceiving? Or that we shouldn’t be so intent in doing our jobs that we miss the needs of people around us?