My wife called me at work.
I was in the locker room, readying for roll call.
She'd been stung by a bee.
She's allergic.
She was out of breath and wheezy.
I put on my pants, ran to the sergeants' office, and explained.
Without hestitation, two, in unison, told me "Go Home!"
I was home in twenty minutes from the time
of the call in rush hour traffic.
The meds she took knocked her out,
but she was fine.
I spent the night taking care of the family.