While I was in the middle of making a big salad for supper, my neighbor called to say her husband had fallen and she needed help to get him up and into the truck to get to the hospital.
We got him up, but he wasn’t feeling good at all, so they called the ambulance, so we waited for that, and all the while their dog was going bonkers with everything. I ended up putting him out in the back yard. Sorry, neighborhood.
Well, she can’t drive at night, so I took her to the hospital, which happened to be the one in the next town over, about 25 minutes away, and whenever she comes home, I’ll have to fetch her (and her husband, presumably).