Sometimes you have a run of jobs that just annoy. Take for instance the nursing home who just assumed that we would be happy taking two of their patients away. We did it anyway, but it was us doing them, and another crew being sent out of their area, a favour.
Later on in the night I took in a woman who's one year old has vomited. Once.
She rolled her eyes and pulled a face when I told her that we would be taking her to the nearest hospital (about half a mile away) rather than her local hospital of Basildon. Which, you know, isn't even in London.
Then both her and her husband both pulled a face and rolled their eyes when they realised that they wouldn't see a doctor 'immediately'.
Apparently it's all my fault. Most of the time this sort of thing rolls off me like water off a duck's back.
But then there are some days when it drives me potty.
Which means it's a good thing that we picked up the 'mad woman who pretends to be unconscious and sticks out her tongue' before these annoyances, otherwise I may not have been so charitable towards her.