Dog Day Afternoon.
So I'm walking Bruno through the suburbs of Providence's Oak Hill area. All of a sudden he starts to pull me into a yard. I'm like "Bruno! No! Stay out of people's yards." He does'nt want to listen. He just keeps pulling and pulling.
Finally I see what he's heading for. There's an old woman laying on the ground, half behind a bush. I don't know what's wrong with her, she's just laying there moaning.
If the dog had not pulled me into the yard, she'd probaly still be there.
I'm like "SHIT! What do I do?!" I don't have a cell phone. I hate the friggin things.
Right away, my Inner Drow spoke up, "Move on.".
"None of your concern."
Instead I walked over. "Hey lady! You ok?". She just mutters and moans. I walked up to the front door of the house and start pounding on it. Nothing. I pull Bruno across the street and pound on someone else's door. Nothing. I spot some guy working on a flower bed nearby. I walk up to him. No English. He's Mexican or something. I'm like "FUCK!".
Again the Inner Drow;
"Go back and get the keys from her pockets. Let yourself into her home and search for valubles. If caught, tell them you needed to use her phone."
I'm like "Shut up...not now."
Then I saw a RIde van down the street. What is RIde? Rhode Island Department of Elderly. Formed by the Governers office long ago, they drive around in red and white vans, giving old people rides to where ever they need to go.
"HEY!" I 'm yelling "YO!" The RIde guy pulls over and I tell him what going on. He calls somebody on his radio. We go back on foot, it's only like fifty yards away. The Mexican guy wanders over too. What followed was utterly awkward.
What do you say when standing around with total strangers watching an old woman croak? Shoot the shit about the Red Sox?
Fortunately, the ambulance showed up in five minutes or so. I've called ambulances before at the gas station when some drunk collapses on the sidewalk. If they get there in twenty minutes, it's a miracle. But when a RIde guy calls about and old woman laying in a puddle of her own spit, they peg. RIde answers to the Governer's office, after all.
Bruno hates anything with a siren and went absolutely bat shit.
I dragged him away as soon as the EMT's got out of the bone wagon. We boogied back to the gas station. I'll probaly never know what was wrong with her, but if it was a stroke or a heart attack, the dog saved her life.
When we got back I told everyone what had happened (leaving out the Inner Drow thing).
The mechanics gave Bruno a slice of pizza.
Finally I see what he's heading for. There's an old woman laying on the ground, half behind a bush. I don't know what's wrong with her, she's just laying there moaning.
If the dog had not pulled me into the yard, she'd probaly still be there.
I'm like "SHIT! What do I do?!" I don't have a cell phone. I hate the friggin things.
Right away, my Inner Drow spoke up, "Move on.".
"None of your concern."
Instead I walked over. "Hey lady! You ok?". She just mutters and moans. I walked up to the front door of the house and start pounding on it. Nothing. I pull Bruno across the street and pound on someone else's door. Nothing. I spot some guy working on a flower bed nearby. I walk up to him. No English. He's Mexican or something. I'm like "FUCK!".
Again the Inner Drow;
"Go back and get the keys from her pockets. Let yourself into her home and search for valubles. If caught, tell them you needed to use her phone."
I'm like "Shut up...not now."
Then I saw a RIde van down the street. What is RIde? Rhode Island Department of Elderly. Formed by the Governers office long ago, they drive around in red and white vans, giving old people rides to where ever they need to go.
"HEY!" I 'm yelling "YO!" The RIde guy pulls over and I tell him what going on. He calls somebody on his radio. We go back on foot, it's only like fifty yards away. The Mexican guy wanders over too. What followed was utterly awkward.
What do you say when standing around with total strangers watching an old woman croak? Shoot the shit about the Red Sox?
Fortunately, the ambulance showed up in five minutes or so. I've called ambulances before at the gas station when some drunk collapses on the sidewalk. If they get there in twenty minutes, it's a miracle. But when a RIde guy calls about and old woman laying in a puddle of her own spit, they peg. RIde answers to the Governer's office, after all.
Bruno hates anything with a siren and went absolutely bat shit.
I dragged him away as soon as the EMT's got out of the bone wagon. We boogied back to the gas station. I'll probaly never know what was wrong with her, but if it was a stroke or a heart attack, the dog saved her life.
When we got back I told everyone what had happened (leaving out the Inner Drow thing).
The mechanics gave Bruno a slice of pizza.