Without any prior training and early in my firefighting career I was once roped in to perform impromptu "point duty" after an accident at a busy urban crossroads. It was lunchtime, there was heavy traffic coming from all directions, and the police were yet to arrive.
After about ten minutes I lost it completely and started waving frantically at my colleagues to call the police for help, but the waiting motorists had by now had enough of my inadequate efforts to control traffic movement and the abuse started to flow.
My reaction, as far as I recall, was to adopt a dose of the F-its, to wave, beckon and point indiscriminately and let the motorists themselves decide who had priority. Fortunately the police arrived soon afterwards and took over. Good thing, because after much longer I might have been wearing someone's steering wheel for a hat.
Not my finest hour.
Edited by argybargy on 19/11/2017 at 10:32
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