So, our condo sits on 9th and 42nd. Ninth Ave is a very very busy street near us. Tons of traffic uses it to enter the Lincoln Tunnel or to avoid Times Square when heading downtown. It is, to give it Susan’s sobriquet, a clusterf**k.
Well, the other day a ambulance was trying to make its way down 9th. This is not unusual. Ambulances on their way south (to the poor folk’s hospital) seem to get stuck on the street a lot. It is a cause of consternation for both Ed and I. In fact, on this day, Eddie was troubled by the whole scene.
The ambulance – sirens blaring - couldn’t move. The 9th street drivers, butt-heads each and every one, refused to pull over and Ed got more and more outraged. I mean here is some schumck, obviously in serious trouble, who might die on 9th because Eilene from Hoboken MUST get to the Lincoln tunnel ahead of the delivery truck. Come on folks!
Then, the ambulance pulled over and stopped. Maybe Ed would witness the valiant drivers saving a man’s life.
Or… maybe he would just see the 2 drivers get out of the ambulance and go into the 44th Street diner for lunch. Really. Unless one of them was dying of hunger – there was no emergency. They took a booth and laughed over a good meal.