When did ambulance drivers get so flirty?
I had tripped crossing the street, luckily catching myself since, every time I fall it’s like playing bone roulette, my skinny frame, no matter how much calcium I take, in constant peril.
You’re wondering, why is it Susannah that you keep falling? It’s the Marx Brother in me, pratfalls in my DNA.
But back to the Don Juan of EMTs.
He’s standing in front of his Hatzolah Volunteer Ambulette, that if it was used for anything else, could be quite cute, playing with his phone, smiling in a way that, if I didn’t know better, was watching early morning porn.
Good Morning New York with Amber and Friends, who naturally are all naked.
Hey, it’s the writer in me imagining such things.
Instead of inquiring if I’m okay professionally, or at the very least, gentlemanly, our emergency medical man says with a grin, “Need a ride?” I don’t know…you need a smack?
I then decide, since it’s 6 a.m. and my eyes are barely open, I’d just let that one go.
I then, turn on my heel leaving him, along with Amber and friends, testosteronning by the curb like a man who’s had a bit too much internet.