Thursday, May 5, 2011
From Chapter Five - Ambulance Runs Aren't Always Sad
Along with the Saturday eleven to seven shift, we would regularly take the seven to noon shift on Sunday morning so we could sleep in if we didn’t get a run. When we finally got up at nine thirty or ten a.m., we’d take the ambulance and go to breakfast at a nearby Friendly’s restaurant where they liked us. We’d take our time and enjoy a nice leisurely breakfast. There was an ulterior motive to this. If we got a run while eating breakfast, obviously we would have to leave. When we returned, they would give us a new breakfast, but we’d only be charged for one. We didn’t get the two for one every week, since we couldn’t predict our calls, but we got it often enough that we made sure we were regulars there. Cops like donut shops. We liked just about anything.