Several ambulances are parked in a hospital’s ambulance bay, which is next to the main entrance for anyone who wants to enter the hospital. A car drives up to the ambulances, and a woman gets out and approaches the crews.
“My son is having trouble breathing. Should I call 911?”
All of us are really impressed that we barely move, already correctly guessing where her son is.
“Ma’am, where is your son?”
“He’s in the car.”
One of us bothers to say something. Politely.
“Why don’t you just take him in through the hospital entrance? Right there.”