Three things about me:
- I live in this city, and pay taxes in this city. Not just sales taxes, I am a homeowner here, so I get to actually use the “I pay your salary” line for city workers.
- I am an emergency worker, and I know how to use due regard.
- I know what I am supposed to do when approached by an emergency vehicle while I am driving my personal vehicle. I also know how not to be an ass when I am driving an emergency vehicle.
I imagine all of my EMS readers would fit in that above description.
I was running an errand to pick up a toilet paper roll, a corkscrew, and some tinfoil, when I had to make a left-hand turn. I deftly activated my signaling device and gently moved into the center turn lane to await clearance in the oncoming traffic.
While I was waiting for a clearing to turn, I heard the firetruck. I looked in my rearview mirror, while keeping my hands expertly on the wheel at the nine- and three o’clock position. The fire truck was approaching from behind me in the left-hand travel lane.
The cars in the oncoming lane stopped. The fire truck moved into the center turn lane and stopped behind me.
And blared it’s horn.
I did what I thought should have been done. I heard the truck and I held my position. If I had been driving straight, I would have pulled as far to the right as possible, and stopped completely until the truck passed. The other cars did what they should have done: they stopped as well.
After several seconds, and realizing the fire truck was not going to do the easy thing, and simply go around me, I made my turn, swinging my car onto the right-hand shoulder of the road. I turned my head slightly to watch the crew drive by, wondering which station they were from, and if I knew anyone in the truck. As I did, the front seat passenger showed me something.
Both of his middle fingers.
I was taken aback. I didn’t know what to do.
So I wrote a letter. Several letters, actually.
To the Chief of the Fire Department, the mayor, each member of the city council, and two newspapers.