At my local Burger King

I had a quick lunch at Burger King today, and it was eventful. There were these two charming senior ladies, and I loved eavesdropping on their conversation. Their two conversations. They were happily each in their own little world, but sharing a booth. One was talking about church, the other replied with information about her garden. They were adorable.

Then their attention shifted to another woman, sitting alone in a bigger booth. She had a purse, a straw tote and a bag on wheels. A lot of luggage to bring with you to Burger King. She passed out and knocked her Coke onto the floor. The poor teens working at BK took turns standing over her saying, "Miss! Miss!" and getting no response. Then the paramedics arrived and said, "Miss! Miss!" before hauling her out on a stretcher and working on her in the ambulance in the parking lot.

Then the police came in and asked the two old ladies what they saw. They were completely into it. They described a young man who came in with her but disappeared -- either into the men's room or through the back door. As one cop went looking for the companion, to no avail, another went through the lady's purse, found her wallet, and extracted an out-of-state license. He called it in, and it turns out there was a BOLO for her! ("Be on the lookout" -- I have learned a lot watching episode after episode of NCIS.) The police assured the older ladies that our victim's fugitive status would not have any impact on the care she received at the hospital. I thought that was very nice of them.

Then they took her bags out to the ambulance, which pulled away with the lights on but not the siren. I assume that means she had come to and they didn't want to frighten her with the noise.