Code 3 for chest pain at the gas station that we’ve been to a thousand times. It’s 3am.
A BLS truck company is already as we pull in with the ALS engine company. It’s a regular, a frequent flyer, as usual.
“Uh huh. Where do you want to go? Get in.”
Back doors of the ambulance are open.
“I can’t get in.”
“You’ve done it in a million times before. Get in!”
He gets in.
We arrive at his hospital of choice, which is also the farthest one, of course. The staff sees him; they’re not happy.
“Just put him in the lobby.”