Holy cow, Slimm is back. I swear, I could have hugged him. In a buddy-type of way. I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable or anything.
It was a surprise, too. See, at Local Ambulance, we have a clipboard next to where all the keys are kept with the unit assignments on it. The usual procedure is you walk up to the clipboard, find your unit number, follow the line over to find which vehicle you are in, and keep going to see who your partner is.
I had quit doing that because I was becoming increasingly sad that my partner wasn’t coming to work with me. So I would find the supply worker, and ask him or her for the keys, then just wait on the partner-of-the-day to show up. Some days were good, some days were interminable.
So imagine my surprise when early one morning, Slimm sticks his head in the back of the ambulance while I am checking off the intubation kit.
“What’s up buddy?” he said.
I shrieked. Almost like a schoolgirl.