So NBD but last night I had to call 911 and go to the ER. The details are boring but just know I was in a giant amount of pain and could barely walk and was on the verge of losing consciousness. But I live up two flights of stairs. So when it came time to leave my place the (GORGEOUS) paramedics asked me if they thought I could make it down to the ground floor without them carrying a gurney all the way up, which I said I could.

Just as we were walking out the door the family next door to me—which consists of a semi-bald dad, a very abrasive, annoying mom, and two boys ages like 4 and 5—all come pouring out of their apartment, blocking the entire walkway. The mom brightly announces to all of us "the boys wanted to see the fire truck!!!" (I am like crying and clinging to the railway right at that moment.) One of the firemen tells them, "just give us a few minutes" and these cretins ever so thoughtfully let us pass AND THEN START FOLLOWING IMMEDIATELY BEHIND US DOWN THE WALKWAY AND STAIRS.

Seriously I am like struggling down the stairs step by step, crying in pain, with paramedics in front of and behind me so I don't freaking collapse and kill myself and this family is LITERALLY right behind us on the stairs, champing at the bit to SEE THE FIRETRUCK GOODIE!!

(And bear in mind there's no way those boys would have even known there was a firetruck outside if their mom hadn't told them because they have no front facing windows. Presumably she was all "boys! who wants to see a firetruck and maybe even if we're lucky a medical emergency! exciting!")

Finally a fireman yelled at them that they needed to back off and the mom is then casually like "hey guys why don't we take the other stairs?" UM YES ASSHOLES. (Long story short I am fine, I had a bizarre reaction to what turned out to be a simple little case of pneumonia I've been walking around with for at least a week. D'oh.)

I really could not believe that. I need to get my revenge. Thoughts?