Code 3 for fall. On a bus.
As usual, there is never anything serious involving the words “fall” and “bus.”
FIRE/MED REQUESTED FOR FEMALE IN 50’S FELL OUTSIDE THE BUS BEFORE SHE BOARDED, INSISTING SHE WANTED TO KEEP GOING ON THE BUS BUT KNEE AND ARM ARE BLEEDING
RETURN CALL, X JUST GOT ON A DIFFERENT BUS
This Mandarin-speaking woman keeps apologizing to me in broken English, saying she’s fine. She shows me some minor abrasions on her arm. She just wants to be on her way but the first bus driver called 911 and apparently refused to let her board.
And then a second bus driver called 911 again. He also apparently refused to let her board. Since she’s clearly not obviously injured, he must have heard about this via his bus radio. This bus agency sure has some great training.
As if that wasn’t enough, all the
helpful nosy civilians at the bus stop keep pointing out to me that she also scraped her knee, including one man who actually interrupts me to point to her knee.
“She said she’s fine,” staring him down as he figures out my back-the-fuck-off look.
“I guess everyone here thinks a scrape is a huge deal.”
I ask her to show me her knee and, of course, just like her arm, it’s fine.
Thanks to all involved, she just spent nearly 20 minutes on a response no one needed to go on, and she missed at least 2 buses.
The next bus arrives, and, thoroughly embarrassed by all the unsolicited attention, she scurries onto it before anyone else unnecessarily prolongs her day.
On a personal note, some time ago I was walking to the grocery store on a day off, and I came across an old woman who tripped. I asked her if she was OK like a fucking sociable human being and helped her to her feet after she answered in the affirmative. I then watched for a few seconds to verify that she could walk steadily. I did not call 911.