It's a bright sunny day at my old private ambulance job, and my partner and I are on our way to a scheduled discharge. Lo and behold, a relatively minor MVA appears in front of us on the divided sort-of highway, lefthand lane. "Hey, beats doing a taxi ride."
Hit the lights, block the lane, notify dispatch. Some dude in a pickup with an orange lightbar says Staties are on the way. After confirming that one person walking around has neck pain, I call them back myself and add Fire to the response. There's also a mother an 2 kids in the car that got rear-ended, so we start assessing them after throwing a collar on the first patient and telling him to stay put.
Mom has neck and back pain, so I start walking back to the truck for another collar- thankfully the kiddies have no complaints because we've only got one pedi collar.
All of a sudden this mid-90's Nissan roars up in between the back end of my truck and the Jersey barrier- good thing I hadn't gotten there yet! This kid in his 20's flies out holding a stethoscope with this look his eyes that just screams "OMGTHISISITTHEDAYI'VEWAITEDMYWHOLELIFEFOR!!!!" It was so ridiculous I actually stopped dead in my tracks (but also because I wasn't convinced he actually took the time to put the heap into Park).
"Do you guys need a hand?" I turn back to the scene and review the situation. Partner holding c-spine on mom, waiting for me, and trying to make sure the kids don't freak (both of them car seat/booster seat age). Neck pain dude, collared, leaning up against the barrier talking on a cellphone. Can't hear Fire yet, but the Statie did pass us on the southbound side heading for the next available turnaround.
"No thanks, we got it."
You'd think I had just stabbed his puppy.
"Be careful when you back out please, we don't need more problems than we have already."