Trouble

Do I find trouble?  Or does trouble find me?

I have a yearly pass to Disneyland.  For me it is like a gym with ambiance.  It’s all about having a great place to get some exercise with a lot to look at.

It’s still about the rides for my regular companion, which is why I was sitting in a patio restaurant in Adventureland an hour before closing.  I wasn’t eating, just waiting.  The place was quite atmospheric with pretty lanterns and lifelike looking birds that put on a show.

The place was pretty empty and I wasn’t paying much attention to the tables around me until I noticed several Disney cops standing near where I was sitting.  And then there were more.  This time I did have a look around and saw that there was a man slumped over at the next table.  It looked like he was asleep.  One of the security people went up to him and tried to wake him verbally and when that didn’t work, the security man jostled the man’s arm.  He didn’t flinch.  Next the security person jostled his leg, loudly calling out to the man.  A flashlight was shone in th slumped man’s face with no reaction.

By now a Disney cop was blocking the entrance to the patio restaurant and another was standing almost next to me, though he didn’t seem concerned with my presence.  Two women wearing white coats which I assumed meant they were medical personal arrived with a wheel chair.  I wondered if they were going to somehow load him in the chair and roll him away.

I was curious, but also didn’t want to stare.  It seemed like it would be an intrusion.  When I looked again, the medical people had managed to get the guy to come to.  Now I saw he looked to be in his thirties and was wearing a Toy Story t-shirt.  I heard something about low blood pressure and some kind of meds he’d taken.  They asked if he’d driven himself there and he mumbled that he had.  He seemed rather vague.


Right about now the fireworks show started and the fake bird started to put on its show. 

Then out of nowhere three paramedics arrived rolling in a stretcher loaded with equipment.  There was much checking of his vitals and conversation.  They wanted to take him to a hospital, but he wouldn’t go.  I heard them say that they couldn’t make him go.  They left somehow slipping away without being noticed.

Finally, the man, escorted by a posse of the medical team and the Disney cops, moved to the exit of the patio and out into the main walkway.  It was almost closing time so and the walkway was almost empty.  I lost sight of them and could only wonder what happened next.