Paramedic/ FF Bob Bellingham sighed heavily hoping his partner, Craig Brice would get the hint.
The contents of their drug box was once again strewn all over the nurse's station as Brice inventoried the box. It had been their third run of the day and a garbage run at that and his partner was meticulously going over the contents.
Scratching his head, he would need a different approach to get his partner to lighten up, the only unusual person he knew was John Gage, also a ff/PM. Now what would Gage do?
"Hey Brice," Bellingham leaned his elbows on the crowded counter, "What is this the third time you've inventoried the drug box?"
"No, fourth you're forgetting when we checked in this morning," Brice continued with his inventory.
"Yeah about that Brice. Don't you think we're being a bit inefficient," Bob smiled knowingly.
"INEFFICEINT?" Craig acted as if had been slapped in the face. "We are not inefficient."
"Well if you think about it, Brice. Every time we inventory the box we could be out rescuing someone in need of our services," Bob stood up, just waiting.
"But..."
"And isn't that we we get paid for?" Bellingham waiting as indecision came over his partner.
"Well yes, Bob," Brice quickly put away the supplies and took his HT. "Squad 16 available."
Within seconds they were toned out. One of these days he would have to thank Gage.