You're driving down a residential street at a slow speed with the sun setting just beyond the horizon; smooth jazz playing on the radio as a weightless feeling settles within you. It's bliss.
Then you're smacked with the lone figure that can disturb such peace in less than ten seconds. Light perspiration on your brow and a furious heartbeat. The altercation leaves you with a slightly suicidal feeling; you'd do almost anything to get away from it. But what is it? What is this presence, this entity that takes command of your senses? The screaming sirens that deafen you and the loud red and blue lights that blind you. It's the parade of rescue, so shrill and disorienting that it could cause accidents in its wake.
Its like you're frozen before you get a chance to react; before the police car or ambulance comes charging past you. You know you're supposed to move out of the way, but what can you do? You can have a mini heart attack on the road, gather your senses, and move the hell out of the way.
For this reason alone, the split second of time that immobilizes the sane, I cannot stand emergency vehicles in action.
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