I am of no use in an emergency. Once upon a time, I stood in shock and horror as my friend had seizures on a sidewalk. She came to with a nurse (I think) and some holy man speaking in tongues (or something) standing over her. I was still a few steps ahead, with my mouth open, and not knowing what just happened. Her only reproach was a bit of a sore head and mildly wishing I had caught her before she whacked her head on the sidewalk.
When people fall, I first think "AMATEUR" (as I'm a pro) and then I'm completely helpless if they actually hurt themselves. The lady who fell and broke her ankle took it far better than I did. I needed a co-worker to say, "Hey Erin, that phone right there? Maybe you can use it to call 911. Now might be good!" I think I just need to process such things before I can act. Or perhaps an overly sarcastic co-worker.
Much like a job interview, I do try to warn friends of my fault (my one and only fault) so that if we are, say, in the direct line of an out-of-control submarine cruising down the street, I'm just going to stare. And maybe forget to close my mouth. And perhaps idly wonder, "Now, what in the hell?" On Sunday, Kristen explained to me that "deer in the headlights" is not just a clever phrase. I always figured deer were dumb; it turns out they just suck in emergencies.
Moral of today's story: eating ravioli disjoints my thinking process.
An Erinku:
life jackets
sexy orange
better than
water wings.
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