Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Man-Rule: Don't Take a Job You're Not Qualified to Do, Part IV

Greetings and salutations once again from all of us here at The Man Rules! We're in a good mood tonight, because we're still celebrating Germany's amazing win in the World Cup, also known as "The Most Boring Sporting Event in the History of the Universe that Doesn't Involve Stock Cars." Germany, as I'm sure you know, defeated Paraguay or Uruguay or Argentina or one of those countries like that, and as a result they get to be proclaimed "World's Greatest Soccer Weenies" for the next four years, which is approximately how long a soccer match lasts.

Despite the festive gunfire that continues to emanate from Germany (motto: "Don't Worry About the Gunfire THIS time, Poland!"), our Man-Rule today focuses on a much more serious topic, one we've explored in the past -- namely, being sure that as a Man, you're qualified to perform the job you have.

Our chilling reminder of this important Man-Rule comes to us today from Feasterville, Pennsylvania, which, coincidentally, is where the very first soccer match was ever held. (Just kidding. I think.) Last week, if you were driving down the road in Feasterville around noon local time, you would have seen cars, vans, SUVs, and a body strapped to a gurney.

You think I'm kidding. You should know better by now. I NEVER kid about bodies on gurneys in lunchtime traffic.

According to WFMY, a local television affiliate, a body was being transported via coroner's van when the back door flew open and the gurney rolled out into traffic. Apparently the coroner neglected to properly fasten the door, AND neglected to make sure the gurney with the body on it was locked down. And at some point, the door opened and the body took a powder.

Still don't believe me? Take a look at a photo snapped by an alert bystander:



















I'm trying to imagine the reaction of the teenager in the back seat of the minivan in this photo: "DAAAD! You're driving so slow, dead people are passing us!"

Now, don't get me wrong ... this is terrible. I'm sure the family of the deceased, who were likely weeping as they watched their loved one loaded into the coroner's van, expected the next time they'd see Maw Maw would be in her coffin in a funeral chapel, not tooling down Main Street at lunchtime. Not to mention all the motorists who were headed to Five Guys for a burger (you can see it in the background) who suddenly lost their appetite.

But here's the thing: If you're a coroner, your job is fairly simple. You've got to deal with dead people on a regular basis, true, but it's not like they're going to complain if your hands are too cold or your operating room isn't spotless. You don't have to make sure the magazines in your waiting room are at least three years out of date. You don't have to hassle with health insurance companies every day. About all you really have to do is go pick up the deceased and take them to a funeral home.

And in Feasterville, the coroner can't even do THAT right.

Can you imagine being the coroner's spouse after this? "Dear, I need you to run to the grocery store to pick up ... on second thought, never mind. I wouldn't want our dinner scattered all over the road."

The good news is, as a result of the publicity, the coroner's van is getting some much-needed repair work done -- fixing the broken latch on the back hatch, strengthening the tie-downs in the cargo area, and other minor stuff.

Apparently they know of a good body shop in the area.

(c) 2014 John Puckett 

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