Wow. Craziest lunch break ever.
TL;DR incoming.
There's an elderly lady that lives about 5 houses down that is fairly large, ~350 lbs (if I had to guess) and has a pretty hard time getting around. She lives alone and is always out front in a purple muumuu.
Well, I'm driving home and see her lying on her stomach on the garage floor. I pull over and start freaking out that I'm going to walk in there and she's going to be dead.
Luckily she was moving but told me she had fallen and was lying there for over an hour. She had managed to crawl from her driveway to the garage and yelled for help for the first 20 mins or so, but gave up.
I sat her up and told her I was going to get help. She said she didn't want any men to help, and I just looked at her and said, "Yeah, I'm going to get a couple of guys, there's no ladies on this street that could really help us out here." She knew what I meant but asked me to go get the neighbor lady next door to sit with her. I did that, then rounded up a couple guys that I knew would be home.
She had a gate belt so we got that on her and proceeded to lift her up into a chair that she had in the garage. She was able to stand up from there and walk around, but not before the neighbor guy told her to get a lifealert or something like that.
She didn't want to hear anything about it but was crying as soon as we got her in the chair.
Adrenaline overload. Had a beer and went back to work.