Lunch Time by: Becca Teaser: A typical mealtime conversation for anyone who works in EMS. ------------------- Johnny and Roy stopped at a burger joint on the way back from Rampart. Sitting at an outside table, Johnny took a bite of his burger. "I think the worst one had to be that guy from the motorcycle accident," he said, his mouth full of food. "Remember him? Nothing like puking up three chili-cheese dogs and a 12-pack of beer! I remember sliding around in it in the back of the ambulance trying to start his IV." "Well, I think one of the worst things I ever smelled was during my training at Rampart." Roy ate a handful of french fries. "Brackett was draining a rectal fistula. Now that was really bad!" He swallowed a mouthful of soda. "When the pus starting oozing out of there, I almost had to excuse myself." Johnny laughed and bit a large chunk from a pickle. "How about the drunks that fall flat on their faces, AND puke, AND pee on themselves? Then you've got the stale whiskey, the barf, the pee, and the bloody nose, all rolled into one." "Right," Roy laughed. "Well, you ready to go?" "Man, that was good!" Johnny said, gathering up the trash. "Squad 51 available," Roy advised. |