There is always one in every class. You know the one person who has a comment or a story with each and every thing the instructor says. Well, I was due for ACLS and lo and behold there was one of those people in the class.
Sadly, I was forced to take the two day class thanks to my card lapsing. And for two whole days I was allowed the honor of hearing this fat chick speak at every possible opportunity. She answered every question loudly and was not the slightest deterred when she answered a great number incorrectly. I have a strange feeling she was under the belief that she was being paid by the word.
The EMT instructors were nothing to brag about either. For some reason the people who teach things are always fat EMTs that ramble on and on about how great they are and that people die if they do not save them and how they know so much more than all the nurses and physicians who are forced to suffer these classes. We were cursed with two blow-hards that would not shut the fuck up. They were both morbidly obese and were panting like a dog from pacing in front of the class. I cannot imagine either of these tubs of butter running to a scene to help people.
During one particularly long story by the bigger of the two he explained how in his job he crawls through car windows to pull people out. No fucking car I have ever seen could this butterball squeeze through - not even the old Pacers.
The class is behind me and I do not have to endure another ACLS or even BLS for another two years - Yippee! And hopefully i never see the two obese EMTs or the answer lady ever again!
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