So I'm leaving McD's with my large iced tea and Tudy and I see this ambulance parked next to the building.  I know there's no emergency because they didn't come in with sirens whooping . . . they just wanted a late dinner.
"Cheryl, " I say to my friend, "I'm going to walk over and see if that EMT will pose with Tudy for me."
Cheryl (looking incredulous): If he does, you have to enter the contest!
Me (to EMT):  Is it okay if I approach you?  Because I know the police don't like it when you do that.
EMT: Sure, we're friendly.
Me:  Would you mind if I took a picture of you and the ambulance with my Tudy? (Hold up paper chicken)  We're supposed to take pictures with Tudy and post them on our chicken forum, like Flat Stanley, only with a chicken.
EMT: Well, if you want a really good shot, you could come by the fire barn during the day.  The ambulance is really reflective, and a picture at night isn't going to turn out very well.
Me:  Well, that's a good idea.  Thanks; I'll do that!
[this is where a thought bubble over the EMT's head might say something like, "Hmm, wonder who didn't get her meds today . . ."]
I'll bet they don't hear stuff like that very often.