You’re Here To Be Served Breakfast, Not Medical History

I work security at the hotel. I’m called into the restaurant during breakfast.

Restaurant Manager: “A woman collapsed! I think she’s having a stroke!”

I sprint there while calling rescue. When I arrive, some nosy woman is asking me:

Diner: “What’s wrong with her?”

Me: *As I’m radioing instructions to a colleague to meet the ambulance outside.* “One moment, ma’am.”

Diner: “I’m a guest here, and I am talking to you!”

Me: “I’ll be with you in a second.”

Diner: “I demand to know what’s wrong with her!”

In a split second, I look at her, look at her breakfast, look back at her, and say:

Me: “She ordered that!”

And then I kept watch over the other guest while basic first aid was applied. The nosy woman was suddenly way less demanding after that.

Paramedics were on scene within five minutes. They took her to the nearest hospital, and she was okay.