My ambulance has 22 flashing lights. Red, white, amber; strobe, halogen, LED; we have a little of everything. Eleven of those lights face forward, accompanied by a 200-watt electronic siren in case you somehow don’t see them. The headlights flash, too.
So, Mister Member of the Public, when I approach you with my 22 flashing lights, 2 blinking headlights, and loud woo-woos, please pull to the right and stop.
The law is simple: PULL TO THE RIGHT and STOP.
Please don’t pull to the left, stop dead in the middle of the road, speed up and make me chase you, or pull to the right and keep going so I have to race you. And whatever you do, don’t back up! (Really, the reverse lights came on at me yesterday.)
If you’re a pedestrian, please stay put on the sidewalk. This is not a good time to cross the street.
It’s really not that hard.
I promise a return to stories soon. I had a great call yesterday, but the situation was unique. I can’t figure out how to write about it confidentially.