Dad has emphysema. He wears oxygen at home.
One night, he becomes short of breath. More than usual. He starts hacking. You call 911.
Dad looks worse and worse. Gasping. Where’s the damn ambulance?
You call back. It’s on it’s way, they tell you. This isn’t how it works on TV, that’s for sure.
After thirty minutes, an ambulance finally arrives. But it’s too late. Dad’s dead.
He was old and sick; increasingly frail. It was a Saturday night. No doubt a busy night for ambulances. But thirty minutes?
A month later, a bill arrives. For almost $800. For ambulance services. Now you’re really pissed. You start complaining about this. Widely. Talk about adding insult to injury!
A city council member takes up your cause.
Who will step up?