LETTER: E.S. Premonition

Two Saturday's ago, I was crossing Spruce Street at 39th when I slipped on the icy street and fell onto a glass bottle. When I got up, I noticed that my hand was gushing with blood. Luckily, or so I thought, my friends and I noticed Escort Service was dropping someone off across the street. The van emptied out, so when I went over and asked the driver (politely) to take me to the emergency room, I didn't think there would be a problem. I thought he was kidding when he said that he couldn't take me, so I showed him my hand that was covered with blood and repeated the question. Again he refused, and said, "[You] should have called first." I should have called first? When? Before I got hurt? Unfortunately, my psychic skills were not working that night. Anyway, it made no sense to me, and empty Escort van & wouldn't drive me with a terribly bleeding hand to the emergency room -- instead I had to take a cab. I had a perfectly acceptable form of transportation right in front of my eyes, but I couldn't use it. That is absolutely ridiculous. I definitiely learned a lesson out of all this. It took six hours in the emergency room, about ten stitch and a cast for me to realize it, but next time I'll be sure to call Escort before I get hurt. ROBBYN LEVENTHAL College '94

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