I enjoy reading cars. When you see a sticker on one, it means that someone identified enough with the sentiment to take the time to buy it and place it on their vehicle. I saw a sticker on a truck a few weeks ago that read ‘Busting Ours To Save Yours.’ Of course meaning ‘busting our ass to save your ass.’ I didn’t need to explain that did I? I’ve tried to find an image of the sticker on the internet but can’t. Doesn’t matter.
My first thought was if you’re going to go on about how big of a hassle it is to save my ass then don’t bother. Furthermore, I don’t think this is the mindset of most emergency workers, volunteer or paid. From my experience, they're pretty good people.
But listen, if I’m ever in an accident, having a heart attack or whatever, I’ll certainly welcome any help from almost anyone offering it. However, if you’re one of these assholes, and I’ve met a few, who’s a little bit better than Joe Public ‘cause you’re saving the world-don’t bother. Don’t trouble yourself. Don’t bust your ass for me.
… then again, on second thought, if I’m bleeding to death or choking to death while auto erotically asphyxiating myself, go ahead. Feel free to bust yours.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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