Until today I had lived life blissfully unaware that airbags smoked on deployment.
And not just a little bit, enough to make you worry the entire car just might be ready to explode.
Did you also know that when you call emergency services and you need the ambulance, police and fire crew that you really do need to tell them which order you’d like those services in.
The operator’s sometimes get a little flustered if you ask for all three at once.
Did you also know that I’m awesome at doing the “STOP or you’ll run over me because I’m standing in the middle of the road” hand signal.
I got accolades for that hand signal today, yes indeed I did.
I learnt these three things today, about ten minutes after we arrived at my niece’s first birthday party.
There we were greeting family and kissing the birthday girl when a massive thud rang out and we went running towards the road.
Three cars had become closely acquainted, no-one was seriously injured, though one person did get an unscheduled Sunday drive in the ambulance.
So, I learnt my first lesson today when I went to turn off the ignition of one of the crashed cars. It was spewing radiation fluid all over the road, the airbags had deployed and they were smokin’. Perfectly normal so I’m told.
Which I’m guessing means that while airbags will potentially save your life from the initial accident, they might just kill you after the event with smoke inhalation?
The second lesson came when a nurse who had arrived on the scene asked me to call an ambulance for one of the victims.
While on the phone I also threw in a “you might also went to send out a fire crew to clean the road and the police to direct traffic.”
This caused the operator to become somewhat flustered, until I suggested we get the ambulance dispatched first and then she could dispatch a police car and the fire crew in that order.
She breathed again, all was good.
It was then time to give out some reassuring hugs, another party member came and gave out water to everyone, I directed the ambulance officers to those that needed accessing and then it was time to get out my “stop” hand and do some traffic control.
Mr Fix-It had started slowing vehicles down as they rounded the corner from one direction and my wonderful Dad was dealing with the fire crew and trying to control traffic from the other direction.
So in I jumped with my now infamous STOP hand.
I’m a control freak, this traffic control thingy was right up my alley and I ROCKED it.
I might have to start moisturising my hand and get a manicure because I’m sure it’s about to become a media sensation.
Twenty minutes of controlling traffic and the police showed up with their fluro vests and professional hand signals to take over.
But not before they told me how awesome my STOP hand was.
Maybe I should become a traffic controller, yes?