Got fuel? 4/18/2005
I just took a couple of the ambulances out to get them filled up with diesel in preparation for tomorrow’s testing with the Head of the Emergency and Trauma Department. I drove out with my assistant, and headed into town to the nearest gas station, and headed straight in to the diesel pump. And saw a sign saying “Quota for Diesel finished”. I cursed. This was way too much for one person to bear, because the government was trying to curb the abuse of subsidised fuel for vehicles.
Another round of cursing and swearing ensued at the gas station down the road, with the same sign hanging on the diesel pump. Absolutely un-fucking-believable. I now had no choice but to head further into the city in my quest for diesel, down a narrow 2 lane road that was chock-a-block with traffic at this time of the day.
And then an evil thought crossed my mind. I was in the driver’s seat of an ambulance, with all the neon glow stickers and red lights and siren. A grin crossed my face, and I went at it, full speed ahead. It was magical watching the cars part in front of me like the Red Sea. And I went blasting through the traffic. I even had a p.a. system to scream at drivers who were too slow to move out of the way. Gawd, the feeling of power!
I want an ambulance for Christmas.