Good to see I have my priorities straight.
I took the subway today. As I was getting off a woman collapsed on the subway platform. Being the one who was the youngest, most spry, and the only one who seemed to be wearing sensible footwear – I dashed off to the emergency intercom to summon EMS.
So it wouldn’t hamper my urgent dash for help, I dropped my book bag on the platform, near the stricken woman. It contains, my wallet, my cell phone, all of my credit cards, and the rest of my life in general. I just dropped it and ran off without a second thought.
My cup of coffee however, remained firmly and protectively cradled in my hands.
good on you for helping out, anyway!
my crazy sister was cooking something one day, and it burst into flame. instead of tossing the pan into the sink, she grabbed it with a potholder and proceeded to run around the house with it. It made a tour of the living room, the dining room and finally ended up in the kitchen again.
sometimes ya just dont think straight.
A friend of mine had to wear a bird suit in a movie. The suit was made with real feathers. During one take, a burning ember from a pyrotechnic effect landed on the back of his neck, setting fire to the bird head.
Only one person noticed (because she was one of the only people in the right position to do so). Did she yell “FIRE!”? No. She started waving her arms (flapping) and yelling “Feathers! Feathers!”
Everyone thought she’d lost her mind, until a costume guy saw smoke.
Well some nut tried to torch the 5th floor of my building last week, to kill his ex-girlfriend. After being abruptly woken up at 5:00 am, I immediately started to dismantle my computer, to take the tower under one arm, and my most expensive piece of rack gear for the other arm. I’m sure I would have stuffed a few Coronas in my pockets on the way out.
So, Charmian, did you get your book bag back intact?
I did indeed. Luckily, the station was full of good samaritans this morning.
gatopescado’s story just reminded me of another “priority in an emergency” scenario:
One day my aunt reached into the oven to pull out a hearty, meatloaf. She was wearing her housecoat, the kind with floppy sleeves. One sleeve touched the bottom burner and caught fire. Findin herself on fire, my aunt started to shriek! My uncle burst into the kitchen – and rescued the meatloaf!
Fortunately, neither my aunt nor the meatloaf were injured.