CONTENT WARNING: Death (Stranger found dead, removed by paramedics)
The temperature is in excess of 100 degrees Fahrenheit (37.8 C), very high even for the summer. The humidity is over 90%, and my car’s air conditioner is broken. This is the sort of weather people die in. I’m on my way to work. (I work the evening shift.)
I’m driving on a two-lane divided boulevard. It’s very narrow, there’s only one lane going in my direction, and I’m hedged in by high curbs and some nice bushes.
The van in front of me stops at the stoplight. I stop behind it. I wait. The light turns green. The van in front of me doesn’t move. The light turns red again. I wait. The light turns green. I start honking. The van in front of me doesn’t move. The light turns red again.
I physically cannot turn around on this road and find another route. I call the police. They arrive, and shortly thereafter, paramedics arrive.
They tell me that the person in the van is “unresponsive”, and I see the paramedics getting him out of the van. He’s a very large guy, and they’re being very slow about it. I notice them getting out a black bag for the stretcher. I suspect he’s dead.
I’m starting to feel very thirsty. My lips are dry, my eyes are dry, I’m having a headache, and I’m barely able to sweat despite the humidity and temperature. I suddenly start feeling quite bad.
Me: *To an officer* “When do you expect a tow truck to arrive to move the van?”
Officer: “It’s going to be a couple of hours; the tow company is backed up.”
Me: “Could I have a bottle of water, please? I don’t have any in my car.”
Officer: “We don’t have any, either.”
Me: “Okay. Then would it be okay if I leave my car here and go find a fast food place to wait and get some water?”
Officer: “No, that’s not okay. You need to remain with your vehicle so you can move it as soon as that van is towed. Otherwise, we’ll write you a citation.”
Me: “Then can I please sit in the back of one of your cars since my air conditioner doesn’t work? I’m feeling lightheaded and dizzy, and I’m on the edge of panic.”
No, that’s against their policy, too.
At this point, I’m having a panic attack. I bend over and throw up in my panic. The vomit has very little fluid in it — about the texture of corned beef hash.
This attracts the attention of the paramedics.
Paramedic: “How are you doing?”
I pathetically asked for some water, and they got me a bottle. Then, they called another ambulance for me.
I wound up in the emergency hooked up to saline drips for dehydration and heat sickness, and I missed work that day. The cops had my car towed, too, and I was charged a $345 tow fee. But at least I didn’t die.
After that, I started stocking bottled water in my car, and I stopped treating the AC as an optional component. Work, at least, was understanding since I brought a letter from the doctor when I next went in.