People are Morbid...
This is going to be a relatively quick post, but I just thought I would share something that we all know but rarely acknowledge until we see it for ourselves.
People are morbid...
Or perhaps they are just bored, or starved for some modicum of excitement. Whatever the reason, here's the very quick and dirty version of what happened.
So I'm walking to the subway the other day, when I hear a crash. I look up and all I can see is a blue passenger van falling over onto it's passenger side. Without really thinking about it, I whipped out my cell, called 911 and ran to the cars. I reported the accident, assessed the scene (I was an EMT in a former life about 3 years ago) and started to check on the people involved. It was a livery cab (and he seemed fine) and one lady in the passenger van. She had managed to get her seatbelt off, and she looked relatively unhurt. However, everytime she moved, the van would rock precariously.
I'm certain that one grown human couldn't roll this thing too far, but myself and 2 gentlemen decided to brace the van until the EMS and FD arrived. Whilst we are doing this, a small crowd forms. Okay, this always happens. We all condemn it, but most of us do it too.
The thing that gets me is the fact that there are ghouls that just appear and start taking pictures of the accident. "Is there any blood? Is anyone dead?" These could be genuine questions of concern, but I have a feeling it's just the gruesome curiosity.
As soon as the professionals arrived and got her safely out of the van, I proceeded on my merry way. I passed a gentleman as I was leaving and he said "enjoy the rest of your day!" In an actual cheery-sounding voice. Huh? I understand wishing me well or what-have-you, but it just seemed odd. I left while there were still ghouls snapping photos.
People are morbid...
Or perhaps they are just bored, or starved for some modicum of excitement. Whatever the reason, here's the very quick and dirty version of what happened.
So I'm walking to the subway the other day, when I hear a crash. I look up and all I can see is a blue passenger van falling over onto it's passenger side. Without really thinking about it, I whipped out my cell, called 911 and ran to the cars. I reported the accident, assessed the scene (I was an EMT in a former life about 3 years ago) and started to check on the people involved. It was a livery cab (and he seemed fine) and one lady in the passenger van. She had managed to get her seatbelt off, and she looked relatively unhurt. However, everytime she moved, the van would rock precariously.
I'm certain that one grown human couldn't roll this thing too far, but myself and 2 gentlemen decided to brace the van until the EMS and FD arrived. Whilst we are doing this, a small crowd forms. Okay, this always happens. We all condemn it, but most of us do it too.
The thing that gets me is the fact that there are ghouls that just appear and start taking pictures of the accident. "Is there any blood? Is anyone dead?" These could be genuine questions of concern, but I have a feeling it's just the gruesome curiosity.
As soon as the professionals arrived and got her safely out of the van, I proceeded on my merry way. I passed a gentleman as I was leaving and he said "enjoy the rest of your day!" In an actual cheery-sounding voice. Huh? I understand wishing me well or what-have-you, but it just seemed odd. I left while there were still ghouls snapping photos.
posted by Jennifer at 11:26 AM
1 Comments:
your right jennifer, you ARE a looney magnet, & apparently a perv magnet. Remember a swift kick to the groin & thumbs in the eye's are a girls best friend.
-Jesus
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