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I think this is ok here, it happened in the hallway at the doctor's office, so she was a customer of one of the doctors.
So, I had been to see my doctor (totally irrelevant), and was in the elevator going from the 2nd floor to the basement parking level. Elevator stops at the
1st floor and three fireman/paramedics wheel a man on a gurney onto the elevator, and another woman gets on as well.
This isn't a very big elevator, so I asked one fireman if I was at all in his way, and he apologetically asked if I and the other lady would mind waiting for the next elevator to give them a bit more room to be beside the gurerney, and I of course said no problem at all and got off. As did the other woman.
Now let me be clear, this wasn't ambulance staff transporting someone in a routine way or anything - this was three firemen/paramedics in full gear, the guy was flat on his back, they were giving him oxygen, and very clearly I heard (and anyone nearby would have heard) one fireman ask him if he'd ever had a heart attack before. So quite obviously an emergency situation.
So the doors close and we wait for the elevator to go down one level, them to get out, then it to come back up one level. Not to the top of a high rise, mind you, just the one floor down and back.
The woman beside me started in the minute the doors closed. How she couldn't believe they asked us to get off, how now she was going to miss her bus, and it would be half an hour before the next one. How she had such horrible luck, being delayed like that.
I really regret I decided that a. I wasn't in the mood for a confrontation, and b. I didn't want to start something in the hallway of the nice quiet doctor's building. Because I was biting my tongue to keep from asking her how the hell she thought her luck was so bad, at least she wasn't the one lieing on the gurney having a heart attack.
So, I had been to see my doctor (totally irrelevant), and was in the elevator going from the 2nd floor to the basement parking level. Elevator stops at the
1st floor and three fireman/paramedics wheel a man on a gurney onto the elevator, and another woman gets on as well.
This isn't a very big elevator, so I asked one fireman if I was at all in his way, and he apologetically asked if I and the other lady would mind waiting for the next elevator to give them a bit more room to be beside the gurerney, and I of course said no problem at all and got off. As did the other woman.
Now let me be clear, this wasn't ambulance staff transporting someone in a routine way or anything - this was three firemen/paramedics in full gear, the guy was flat on his back, they were giving him oxygen, and very clearly I heard (and anyone nearby would have heard) one fireman ask him if he'd ever had a heart attack before. So quite obviously an emergency situation.
So the doors close and we wait for the elevator to go down one level, them to get out, then it to come back up one level. Not to the top of a high rise, mind you, just the one floor down and back.
The woman beside me started in the minute the doors closed. How she couldn't believe they asked us to get off, how now she was going to miss her bus, and it would be half an hour before the next one. How she had such horrible luck, being delayed like that.
I really regret I decided that a. I wasn't in the mood for a confrontation, and b. I didn't want to start something in the hallway of the nice quiet doctor's building. Because I was biting my tongue to keep from asking her how the hell she thought her luck was so bad, at least she wasn't the one lieing on the gurney having a heart attack.
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