There was a lady sitting a few chairs over from Foofy and her friend, and at one point during the game, she just flopped over on the table.
A woman in scrubs got up from her chair and went over to check on her and started screaming, "Stop the game! She’s NOT BREATHING!"
Yes, RHU, they KEPT PLAYING! The woman in scrubs was doing CPR and would scream “Stop the game! Stop the game, someone call an ambulance!”
People were still dabbing their numbers, not even paying attention. Foofy’s friend called 911, while Foofy couldn’t help it. It was one of those situations that was SO FUCKED UP you couldn’t help, but laugh.
“Oh my god! None of you even CARE! You’re too busy just stamping away, what is WRONG with you?”
By now, the announcer was glancing over to see what was going on when the police and the EMTs ran in.
The woman ended up waking up, and they were ready to haul her off to the hospital. The most fucked up part of this whole escapade? The woman REFUSED to go to the hospital until she played her last 6 cards.
“I still have six cards left, I’m not going anywhere until I play them!”
They kept telling her she’d had a stroke, and she had to go to the hospital right then. Her arm was useless at that time, but she refused to leave. Just REFUSED. They had to make the decision that her judgment was impaired enough that she couldn’t make her own decisions to get her out of there.
And they kept going. Foofy ended up taking her cards after she was taken away to the hospital.
How’s that for a group of people not caring?
--Terah The Gas Slave