"Okay, let me get this straight; you've felt ill for 3 weeks and you ring 999 on Christmas day because?" There's 2 cars on the drive, every gadget in the house that money could buy, no carpets and the place stinks of fags and dirt. A 42 inch flat screen TV is showing something on sky movies . "I just feel shit and I'm fed up with feeling shit" is the grunted reply. "An ambulance is for life threatening emergencies or accidents" I try to explain, "which category does feeling shit come under?"
"Don't get fucking clever" is the answer to that.
"Couldn't you get someone to drive you?" I wonder out loud. "They've all been drinking". Of course, I'd forgotten that I'd tripped over several empty bottles of white lightening on the way in. "Ring a taxi then?" I knew I was on a losing battle. "No credit, it don't cost owt to ring 999".
Of course, how stupid of me. I almost slap my forehead. "With all due respect, feeling shit with a cold doesn't really warrant you ringing 999, and whilst I'm here explaining what is and isn't an emergency-"
"I pay your fucking wages don't you dare speak to me like that you bitch"
Oh hang on I think, isn't it the other way round, I'm supporting you and your lifestyle you benefit work dodging knob. "Please don't swear at me, if you speak to me like that again I'll just leave"
I walk out the door to the sound of expletives and an empty can of special brew hits the door as I close it.
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 28, 2012
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