#2 Asshole In A Minivan
“What’s taking so long?” Mac called. He worked fast. His hands knew what to do.
George mashed on the horn again and cranked the wheel. A hanging bag of saline lurched to the side in response. “It’s rush hour traffic,” he said from the driver’s seat up front. “Not exactly an open road.” The horn honked, lights flashed and sirens wailed, but people took their time moving.
The patient put a hand on Mac’s arm. “I refuse to die because some asshole in a minivan won’t get out of the way,” he whispered.
Headline: “Wrong Turn Through Construction Detour Delays Ambulence, Patient Dies.”