Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Standpipe: Delivering Water In Flint

I deliver two cases of water to a house.  While I am away from the vehicle, a man speaks to my young partner through the open passenger side window.  He was seen loitering as we pulled to the curb. The man walks up, registers a complaint of arm pain due to excessive masturbation and asks for a medical opinion.  He takes a moment to consider the young man’s guarded prognosis, wanders off, disappears into a neighboring house.  Maybe he mistook the Red Cross truck for an ambulance I say, took us for paramedics.  My partner, nineteen or twenty, just laughs, shakes his head and resumes managing text traffic on his mobile device.    

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