Full-term pregnant lady with a stab wound = not how you want to arrive in the ER.
Wasting half an hour on a transfer call trying to find parking because a little girl fell and/or jumped in front of a train at the station right next to the hospital = also not attractive.
Coming home from a ten hour shift to find your roommates haven't cleaned since their party last night and your kitchen has been overrun by roaches = not okay in any way shape or form.
Finding out that the medic involved in that little girl's death in DC is being investigated for homicide... How could you not do your paperwork? You didn't even file a PCR, let alone get the mother to sign a release. No lie, you deserve the hell you're about to get.
Or maybe I'm the sort of person who would trek through a blizzard to get my patient. Even if I had to put a bariatric patient on a longboard and rock it like Balto.
You like that mental image, yes?