Welcome to Curious with Josh Peck, start the show.

Welcome back to the Curious Podcast. My name is Josh Peck and I'm your host and your name is Liz Snurr.

That's what you do, you listen guys. What a week, what a life. Really? Sorry. I'm sitting by a hospital, apparently.

Because there are more frickin sirens going by me than a major incident.

What is happening here? Really? I mean, listen, I understand the need for sirens.

And I, listen, do I respect a siren? You better frickin believe it. I pull over hard when an ambulance goes by.

I'll cross through your four lanes. I'll drive on the sidewalk and then I'll put my arm out the window and literally wave

the ambulance by me just to reinforce how much I'm complying.

Because I believe in it. You know what I'm saying? There could be someone in that ambulance who was dying.

And if they got stuck behind my $100,000 SUV, who knows if they would survive, if they would get to the hospital in time?

You know, I'll be an escort for an ambulance. Honestly, you know what I'm saying?

Like if an ambulance came by me and they rolled down the window and they said, excuse me, civilian.

And I said, yes, the empty worker. And he said, we've got, we've got a situation.

And I would reply, situations, I was born for situations. And then he says, I need to get to the nearest hospital.

But I need to make sure that like no ninjas or hijackers or gang members try to like block our way.

Can you run interference with your automobile while I, the EMT driver, gets this sad patient to safety?

And I would say it would be not only in honor, but my responsibility.

And I would be happy to assist you. Let's hit it. I'm going to need sirens and lights. Let's go.

And I would, you know, I would be the subtropuge in between that ambulance and any, you know, waves of danger that came our way.

I'm talking, you know, if it was like James Bond style and people tried to shoot like oil traps to make the wheels skid out or had like those little mini rockets that come up from under, like the undercarriage of the car and shoot it at the ambulance, I would interfere.

And, and I would die a silent hero, which is basically my only goal in life anyway. Speaking of death, I'm 33.

It was my birthday on Sunday. It was a nice birthday. My kid is sick. My wife is sick. So really wasn't about me at all. And you know what? That's fine by me.

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