A sweaty porcine old man

A sweaty porcine old man tries to clean his face with his already damped handkerchief. The heat hit him hard, with no remorse, and he was about to pass out, when a fireman truck exploded. He was not harmed by the debris passing by at high speeds nearby him, but hundreds of litres of water from the guts of the truck fell on him, pushing him very hard against the nearby wall.

He almost drowned, but he recovered quickly from the contussion. He stood up, glanced in the direction of the former truck, searched for harmed people around, but the street was almost empty when this occured.

So, he finally checked his person, and found himself ankle deep in water, completely wet. His face reflected this train of thoughts: he needed his handkerchief. He started to look for it, and after a couple of minutes, found it under a car parked in the street. He picked up his handkerchief and started to try to dry himself with it.

The last time I saw him, he was still applying his completely damped handkerchief on his skin and clothes. He turned around a corner and dissapeared.