A couple of times over the last few years we’ve stopped for a meal at a Boston Market Franchise. Yesterday we stopped in one in Norfolk, Virginia, for lunch.
The last couple of times that we stopped in one the meal was pretty good. This time mine was alright, but Karen didn’t finish hers, but it was because of what happened while we there, not because of the quality of the food.
Our first night here, we had another interesting meal (see Adventure in Denny’s — 2007), but that was humorous.
This was not.
It started with a man yelling, “TALK TO ME!” several times. Immediately, I thought of the earlier experience at Denny’s but this guy wasn’t crazy. His wife was having some sort of respiratory problems. They were an elderly couple that I had noticed as we went to our table, but there was a large planter between us and I couldn’t see what was going, but Karen could.
A lady from the table behind us went over to help and called 911. Another lady, dressed in scrubs, from across the room started over and just before she got there, the old woman slumped forward, with her face going into her salad.
I think that the lady in scrubs and a man did CPR for a short while but by the time the ambulance got there, the old woman was breathing. A fire engine arrived with the ambulance. Once they got her into the ambulance, it seemed to take a long time before they drove off. In fact, during that time, we went out to the truck and set the GPS on my laptop to take us to my nieces house. Just as we were getting ready to leave, the ambulance was pulling out, but then it stopped and a couple of guys from the fire truck came running up and got inside. I guess the woman was still having problems. Of course, we have no idea if she survived.
We’re hitting the road this morning headed for home.