yellow teeth reward

I just finished a post on my media blog, so I'm rewarded with posting on wife et man.

Yesterday I was walking on 5th Ave. headed to see my academic advisor to get advice on academia. I was on the phone with the wife and I watch an elderly lady fall as she's crossing the street... her face smashed against the curb. I tell the wife "i gotta go", hang up, and am one of three people to help the lady stand. Of course her mouth and face are bleeding. The lady is in her late 60s, early 70s and I dont' think she's homeless, but she's rough around the edges (nasty fingernails, older very used clothes, ect.). She's having trouble talking, and I notice that she has nasty long yellow teeth. Then she reaches in her mouth and pulls out a couple. The Italian guy that has stopped has pulled out his cell phone and is asking "what is the number for 911" (seriously, I'm not making a bad joke). The lady dressed in scrubs (thank God there is a medical person here cause I HATE blood) is looking through her bag for tissues. The Italian guys puts his phone in my hand, "you talk. my english not so good." So I talk with 911 as he and the nurse lady help the lady apply pressure to her gaping holes. By this point, I notice a tooth had gone through her upper lip creating a large hole in her face where her old lady mustache is. I turn as not to vomit. As soon as 911 confirms an ambulance is on its way, I let the nurse know, hand the Italian man back his phone and let them know I am leaving. Again, I don't do trauma well.

But what I do do well is calling 911! I called my wife back to tell her what happened and she laughed and said she was glad I got in my annual 911 call. She jokes that I call 911 at least twice a year, more than anyone she knows. I promise, I don't call to chat. I see something (i.e. drunken idiots fighting in the street) and I call. By this point as soon as the operator answers, I know to imidiately tell them the borough I am in and the exact cross streets.