Last night I did some grocery shopping, then headed to Chipolte’s. I parked a short distance away and noticed a pair of paramedics getting out of their truck. As fate had it, I reached the door just before they did, so I held it open. They walked through.
Perhaps fifteen seconds before the paramedics had gone in, a couple had walked in the door. The line was reasonably long, but nothing outrageous.
We’re standing in line for a minute or so, when a guy walks in the door. He passes both me and the paramedics and joins the couple. Then, perhaps feeling guilty, they wave the paramedics forward, ahead of their expanded party of three.