Posted on 09/05/2012 3:37:31 PM PDT by nickcarraway
A man from Chongqing in Southern China nearly suffocated to death after a romantic gesture to his girlfriend went wrong.
Mr Hu Seng had asked his friend to tape him into a box so he could ship himself via a courier service to his girlfriend, Li Wang.
However, the romantic gesture turned into a life-threatening event for Mr Hu when the courier company mixed up the address with another delivery.
The 30-minute wait turned into a three-hour ordeal for Mr Hu.
The material of the box was reportedly too thick for him to make any breathing holes while inside and he did not want to spoil the surprise by calling for attention.
When the box arrived at Li Wang's place, his friend was poised to record the event.
However, they found Mr Hu unconscious and looking pale upon opening the package.
Subsequently, paramedics were called over to her apartment to revive him.
He admitted, "I didn't realise it would take so long."
The courier company said they would not have accepted this delivery if they had known there was a person inside.
The spokesperson said that even for animals, a special container would be used so they can breathe properly.
Welp. I’m home. My legs are not too bad, considering I’ve walked a total of nine hours. (Or maybe more, considering the fact that I shampooed a carpet and mopped the tile floors....)
As soon as I get my pics uploaded, I will give you the URL.
At least the swelling in my feet is gone, and that alone is wonderful! Of course, my dancer’s legs look a little skinny, but I guess that’s to be expected... ;o]
Dang, ‘Face. You walked your legs off!
Are you any shorter?
Walking for 9 hours? Face, you’re gonna live forever. I’m nearly dead after 7 miles, and thirty-five sit-ups. Used to do it five times a week. Have had to cut it back to 1 time a week due to would be undead (for real).
No, that’d be “Way-Oh”
oops.
Penalty shot: One cup of coffee.
I’m on my 3rd now.
No shorter....which is a good thing, because then I would have to ask someone else to reach the stuff on the top shelf, and I hate that! LOL!
Well, y’know...I was at Barrett-Jackson on Thursday for about three hours, then did laundry that evening, then mopped maybe a total of 1200 sq ft on Friday, and shampooed another 100 sq ft, then went to the car show here, this morning, and walked about two miles total, looking and taking piccies.
My legs are a little tired, but the enjoyment is so counteractive to the pain...
I LOVE car shows! LOL!
And I believe there is a song that goes, “I’m gonna live, live, live until I die!” And yep! That would be me!
When my mother was my age, she was getting ready to undergo open-heart surgery, and within a week, was the first person ever to have a valve replacement. So I feel fortunate to be as healthy as I am!
:o])
See post 665.
Give it your best!
Jamie-our-hairdresser is here. She’s coloring Sally’s hair and we’re drinking all the available wine. Piper likes her because she’s a smoker, so she smells like Anoreth.
DP took Anoreth and Pat (!) sailing. Piper isn’t thrilled with being left with us, but now she’s out in the back yard showing off her show-bred paces.
“My perception of time has shifted. I am now seeing the future. Please do not touch that fax machine.”
Right, that Fax machine ...
Igor and I had the good fortune to have a 25 Point Champion red and white Siberian husky. He was an absolute love, and we enjoyed him immensely.
We had to teach him to play (being always “on show,” he didn’t know how to be a “dog,”) and even teach him to sing for a dog bone. He was so shy when he did it, but with encouragement, he got to be a pro. I loved smelling him...he always smelled like snow.
The Siberians are non-allergenic, which is why we had him...so Hockeybughow could have fun with Rusty.
I still miss that guy; his eyes and nose were the same color as the red in his coat. He was such a love.
No available wine, here, but that’s OK. Payday is around the corner (10 days away) and I will get some wine then.
What color is Sally’s hair going to be? I liked it as it was. Of course, when I come back to visit, I will be met by a couple of young ladies, rather than “girls.” I am so excited!
And tell Pat he WILL see me “soon!” I enjoyed his card!
<3
What FAX machine? You mean the one I just bumped against when I went into the kitchen?
(WOE is me!)
The fax machine that is even now rampaging in the lower levels!
Spitting out Fax Spam and an endless loop of all dark paper, it rolls along the corridoors looking for the next victim!
Was it my fault for hitting it accidently?
Probably not, it has been in a bad mood for awhile.
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