A call for a “person in pain” about two blocks from our local hospital.
I decide to go ahead and finish my game of Mahjong on the computer while we are driving to the call, while Slimm opines on the situation awaiting us.
“Man, twenty bucks says she just walked out of the hospital, and wants to go all the way downtown.”
Knowing that our bets never involve the actual exchange of money, I accept.
“What’s going on?”
“I’m hurting everywhere.”
“I want to go to the hospital.”
“Good for you, there is one right over there,” as I point to the hospital, about 100 yards away.
“No, I don’t want to go there. I want to go downtown.”
Slimm wins. Again. “Why don’t you want to go to that hospital right there?”
“They are mean to me. I just left there. I don’t want to go back.”
“Okay, then. Hop up here on the stretcher.”
Downtown is at least a half an hour away, so I have plenty of time for more Mahjong on the way. I’ve also started listening to Handel on the Law podcasts, and enjoy a brief show while I match tiles on the computer screen.
The radio report is made, and it was one of the best ever.
I wish you could have been there to hear it. I felt like such a hero.
“Umm, did you have to tell them that?” asks the person on the stretcher.
“Tell them what?”
“That I just walked out of the other hospital?”
“Well, yeah. It is kinda pertinent to the current situation.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means it is relevant, or germane.”
“Who is Jermaine? I don’t know nobody named Jermaine.”