If this the ratio that we’re going to hold on to for the remainder of the fall, we’re in for quite a year.
I’m first alerted to a girl who has been “dropped off” in my back parking lot and who is now slumped over someone’s vehicle. We are going to call her DG #1 (as in “drunk girl”) cause this is going to get confusing. I tell the sober girl to call 911 (we’re going to call her SG #1 for “sober girl”), while I get my rain jacket because OF COURSE it’s raining. While doing that, another sober girl (SG #2, that makes a total of two in this town), comes to tell me that there is yet another girl passed out in my other parking lot, vomiting and covered in mud, with her eyes rolling to the back of her head. DG #2. I grab my coat, call 911 and head outside. The 911 dispatcher gets confused (I mean, why not! If there is going to be a person easily confused, 911 dispatcher in a high-crime area is the perfect place for her!) and tells me that the paramedics are already there. While I am trying to explain to the 911 dispatcher that she has dispatched an ambulance to the OTHER side of my house, and that I’m still in need of one on THIS side of my house, I see yet another girl (nowhere near sober, and not seemingly associated with anyone previously mentioned, who we’ll call DG #3) come sprinting from the side, and throwing herself on top of the unconscious girl. Seriously.
So I get the dispatcher to understand, she’s giving me first aid information (even though I have no intention touching any part of any of these people), and the police auxiliary come up to ask me if I’m interested in setting up a safety presentation for my women. Uh, well, in a shocking turn of events, “my women” aren’t any of the DGs! But that’s a conversation for a different day. While I’m talking to the police auxiliary about timing, SG #2 is trying to convince DG #3 to let the paramedics treat DG #2. Turns out that DG #3 just wants to let DG #2 that she was this drunk last night and it’s nbd (no big deal, in text terms).
DG #2 has no identification on her, and remembers none of her identification, like her name. The police are confused. There are 3 police officers in my driveway and between the two of them, there is nothing on their pads except for my name. I appear to be the only person that can remember that information about themselves. While the paradmedics are working on DG #2, I turn to the officers and say “uh, can I help you with writing some information?” To which they reply, “we’re confused.” Well, ok, we can start there, but we’re going to have to get past that soon because my dog is reacting violently inside my house. There are far too many men (for one dog) and far, far too much going on outside of the routine (for the other dog). Plus, I’m getting wet, and disheartened by the fact that your job is to keep me safe.
While the remainder of this incident is a fascinating blend of incompetence and craziness, the blog entry will end there. For the sake of a lingering thought, however, let’s consider: these women (all the DGs) are our future. The police officers? They keep us safe. Sweet dreams!