The Brain Drain

One scorching day a woman pulled into a parking spot at a supermarket and noticed that the woman in the next space was slumped rigidly over her steering wheel holding one hand up to the back of her head. She felt concerned for the other woman, but went on with her shopping. When she returned to her car, with her groceries, the other woman was still sitting in the same position- hand up to the back of her head and bent over her steering wheel.

So the first woman tapped on the window and asked if the other woman needed any help. Was she feeling all right?

"Please call 911," she gasped " Ive been shot and I can feel my brain coming out!"

The the first woman noticed a grey sticky substance oozing out between the other woman's fingers, so she ran into the store, phoned for help and notified the store's manager.

When the paramedics arrived they carefully pried the woman's fingers from the back of her head, examined the the injury, and checked the rest of the car. The they started laughing. The paramedics explained that a canister of Pillsbury Poppin' Fresh (R) biscuit dough on the top of her grocery bag in the seat had exploded in the heat. The metal lid on the tube had struck the woman on the back of her head, and the top biscuit had shot out and stuck to her hair.

The sales receipt in the woman's groceries showed that she had sat there for one and a half hours before anyone had stopped to offer help. The manager gave her a new can biscuit dough.

*moral of the story : Dont just jump into conclusion*
*This is from Too Good To Be True by Jan Harold Brunvand, my Social Psychology text book. It's going to be a great subject :) Ameen~*