by pinback » Thu Apr 21, 2005 10:56 am
So there I was, sitting here at my desk at about 11:30 AM yesterday, minding my own business, and definitely not doing anything productive, when I get a call from my boss. "Dude, I need a huge personal favor. My fiance [who is pregnant] is having a lot of pain, and needs to go to the hospital, and I'm like an hour away. Can you pick her up and take her there?"
Let's look at the facts here:
A. I've never met this woman, and have no idea where they live, or where the hospital is.
B. But, hey, good excuse to get the hell out of the building, right?
So, I hastily scribble some directions down and wind my way over to their place, where this young lady (20 years old, I am to understand -- my boss is mid-30s, but whatever) is sitting outside on the stoop, looking very distraught.
I pack her into the car, and say, "Where's the hospital?" She's half in tears already and says, "I don't know!" Interesting, interesting. Anyway, we get the boss on the phone and he's giving me directions while I'm driving.
And she's whimpering and crying and making all sorts of "I am in serious pain and demand attention" sounds, and I'm pressin' the gas pedal harder and harder, and she's crying louder and louder, and Jesus, we haven't even been introduced yet! It was like a movie! I'm screaming around corners taking a pregnant woman to the hospital!
24 hours later, and here are the three things we know:
1. The fiance is alive.
2. The baby is dead!
3. I AM A HERO! Everyone's coming up to me telling me how great I am for doing that favor, and how I probably saved the girl's life, and I should be the next Pope, and I'm secretly thinking, "Hey, I was just trying to sneak out of work for a little while."
But, there's definitely no getting around the fact that...
I DECIDE WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES!!!
So there I was, sitting here at my desk at about 11:30 AM yesterday, minding my own business, and definitely not doing anything productive, when I get a call from my boss. "Dude, I need a huge personal favor. My fiance [who is pregnant] is having a lot of pain, and needs to go to the hospital, and I'm like an hour away. Can you pick her up and take her there?"
Let's look at the facts here:
A. I've never met this woman, and have no idea where they live, or where the hospital is.
B. But, hey, good excuse to get the hell out of the building, right?
So, I hastily scribble some directions down and wind my way over to their place, where this young lady (20 years old, I am to understand -- my boss is mid-30s, but whatever) is sitting outside on the stoop, looking very distraught.
I pack her into the car, and say, "Where's the hospital?" She's half in tears already and says, "I don't know!" Interesting, interesting. Anyway, we get the boss on the phone and he's giving me directions while I'm driving.
And she's whimpering and crying and making all sorts of "I am in serious pain and demand attention" sounds, and I'm pressin' the gas pedal harder and harder, and she's crying louder and louder, and Jesus, we haven't even been introduced yet! It was like a movie! I'm screaming around corners taking a pregnant woman to the hospital!
24 hours later, and here are the three things we know:
1. The fiance is alive.
2. The baby is dead!
3. [i]I AM A HERO![/i] Everyone's coming up to me telling me how great I am for doing that favor, and how I probably saved the girl's life, and I should be the next Pope, and I'm secretly thinking, "Hey, I was just trying to sneak out of work for a little while."
But, there's definitely no getting around the fact that...
[i][b]I DECIDE WHO LIVES AND WHO DIES!!![/b][/i]