Emergency

In seven years at the YWCA I was only around for three 911 calls and one non-emergency police call. That's nothing considering the craziness on the outside and nonsense on the inside.

The third time I called 911 was when a mentally ill homeless woman was trying to bait a homeless guy into a fight.

The second time I called was when this girl had a seizure. She was feeling lightheaded and Kristi, one of the trainers, gave her some water and some cake we had lying around (yes, sugary, fatty snacks were a staple at our gym), thinking her blood sugar was low.

The series of events is hard to remember but the girl had a brief seizure and Kristi called 911.

Around that time two girls came in asking for a tour. Kristi snapped that they had to leave because we were essentially closed -- it was 4:15 p.m. The girl took offense and started arguing with Kristi.

NOTE: All bad things happened 15 minutes before we closed.

Kristi was barely 5 feet tall, petite and fit. The girl was a few inches taller and meatier. Kristi was struggling to get the sick girl to the bathroom when the two girls kept yelling things at her. Kristi dropped the sick girl, literally, to yell at the girls, but I barked at her to stay on task and then started yelling at the girls to leave, which they did.

Paramedics came. The sick girl was severely dehydrated and ended up OK.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent, ignorant and foolish.

The first 911 call will be published tomorrow.