This is one of my dad's favorite college stories, about how he met his friend Mark.
It was the second day of school, my dad was doing something near the entrance to his dorm. The hallway leading to one of the main dorm branches was connected on each side by a short staircase which went down maybe four or five steps, and the ceiling also declined with it. So to make that clear, you went down a few steps and then were in a typical dorm hallway. My dad's room was a few doors down from this incline, so to leave his dorm and go outside he'd have to up the steps. His neighbor, some guy with a gigantic head, had taken to saving time getting back to his room by jumping down the short staircase. However on this faithful day, everyone discovered why this was an absolutely retarded idea.
Gorilla head comes barreling into the dorm building and starts booking it to the hallway as my dad gets up to go get something from his room. This guy is traveling at a full sprint and leaps into the air to (presumably) jump down the staircase and keep his momentum. However, he had severely misjudged this action. The guy's head slams into the declined ceiling with incredible force, his legs swing forward out in front of him, grazing the ceiling, and the man falls sharply on his head and slides several feet down the hallway. His head was scraped very badly and blood slowly began to pool onto the floor.
"Holy shit, what just happened?"
"Oh my god. He just died. He's dead."
*some girl throws up*
"This is terrible... that kid just died."
Frightened, confused, and bewildered as to what action to take, a group of college students gathered around to gawk, scream, and cause a commotion.
"Someone should call a paramedic, maybe he's still alive."
"There's NO WAY that guy is still alive, you saw what happened, that's a corpse"
*the girl throws up again*
"GET HER OUT OF HERE"
The banter went on for somewhere between two and ten minutes, and then just as mysteriously as the ordeal began, so too did it end. Like Lazarus rising from from grave, the melon-size-headed man jerked upwards as if some puppeteer were pulling the strings on a marionette, the man awkwardly rose to his feet.
"Hey guys, what's wrong, you look like you've just seen a ghost!" chimed the man.
"Uh, are you okay?" asked my father.
"Yeah, sure, fine, but I'm going to be late to football practice unless I grab my stuff and head out now, I'll see you later."
"Yeah, okay, I'll see you later... Mark right?"
And with that, the guy ran to his room, completely ignoring the trailing blood, grabbed his football gear, and ran off.
"How the hell did that guy not die?" someone questioned.
"I have no idea, but he seems like an interesting guy."
And that's how my father met one of his best friends, whom we still go visit every few months, and this story comes up every time.
*****Edit:*****Dan: okay, that story's not funny. head injuries by jumping into low hanging ceiling obstacles is a major issue facing students today.