I realize now that you must have had a very important, high-powered business meeting to get to, what with your 1992 Corolla and all, so I apologize for wanting you to pull over for our ambulance and its flashing lights, like the law says you should. I know, I know, it’s our fault for not knowing that the second cousin to the Emperor of the World was on that very road, and as such has immunity from our paltry traffic laws, meant only for the commoners. We should have gone the long way around, giving you the whole road to yourself, but sometimes us lowly folk not decendant of royalty make mistakes. Please forgive us, your highness. I’m sure the guy going into cardiac arrest will thank you…if he doesn’t die, that is.
I also apologize for using our siren. You’re right, it’s too loud. You can’t hear you XM radio with us blasting that annoying noise, designed to catch people’s attention from hundreds of yards away, in the background. Next time we’ll make sure you aren’t anywhere within a couple miles before turning it on…we wouldn’t want to hurt your infalliable eardrums.
Clearly you must know that wherever you’re going, you can’t possibly afford to lose five seconds of your time, especially not if someone else’s life is in danger. I suppose the person on the other end of that cell phone you’re jabbering away into must also be pretty damn important too, so please, make sure to tell him not to ever pull over either, because we don’t want you or any of your friends to do anything that might cause the slightest bit of trouble for you. Especially not if it’s something that can help your fellow man.
It’s a good thing the roads are filled with people like you, who, in an instant, are easily able to tell that they are the most important person on the road, and everyone else has to accomodate them. Sure makes my job easier, I don’t have to decide to pull around you into the middle of the road, exposing half of my ambulance to oncoming traffic…because you already made that choice for me! Likewise, you’re buddy at the intersection helped us out too by pulling out in front of us, because by God, he had a green light. Good thing we saw him, it made us realize that, even though we had the lights going, siren blaring, and air horn blasting, of course we still had to wait at the red light for a couple minutes while Mr. Johnson’s heart died a little more with each passing second.
Hey, here’s an idea: we’ll go out and buy you you’re very own emergency band radio. Anytime you hear an EMS or fire call and think you might be annoyed by it, just get on the horn and tell us not to bother. It sure would save everyone a whole heap o’ trouble, now wouldn’t it?