LAST Saturday I was waiting on the island in the centre of Broad Street, March, to cross the road to Fenland Walk.

Cars were parked at the side and the road was very busy.

I saw an ambulance come round the Fountain with blue lights flashing, so I waited. A couple dashed across the road and cars were in front of the ambulance.

As the ambulance drew level, the siren was put on. To my amazement, the man turned as the ambulance went past and shouted, at the top of his voice: “Shut up.”

I was so incensed and muttered loudly: “I wonder if you would do that if your father of some relative was perhaps dying and in need of an ambulance.”

I cannot understand the mentality of some people. How can they be so callous when all that the crew wanted was to get to their destination quickly?

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