Here is my crappy first attempt to make a skit out of something that happened to me in real life. Here's the blog post detailing the events. Thoughts please?
SFX: A CAR CRASHING INTO A TRUCK. TIRES SQUEALING AS THE TRUCK DRIVER BOLTS.
NATE RUSHES ONTO THE SCENE.
NATE: Hey! Hey! Get back here! Get back here! Slow down! Oh okay, you're coming back, that's the right thing! (thinking) Is there something I should be doing right now? What does that truck remind me of? Is there a number or a thing I'm supposed to remember?
SFX: MORE SQUEALING TIRES.
NATE: Oh right, take that turn you selfish f**k! You're going to leave that guy there. If I had a camera on my cellphone you'd be so f**ked! (THINKING) Did I yell at him enough? Is he coming back? Will the police catch him? Man, it's such a nice day out, I'm glad I took this walk. (Notices the car smoking and walks over to the driver who is still dazed and confused.) Sir did you ever want to be a burn ward victim?
DRIVER: What? No.
NATE: Really? Cause I'm trying to remember my Red Cross training and I think I'm supposed to make sure you want my help before I help you. So I just have to protect myself legally. Are you sure you don't want to be a burn ward victim? Did your parents want that for you?
DRIVER: (still reeling from the crash) What the f**k? No, I don't want to be a burn ward victim.
NATE: Okay, so lets get you out of the car, because I'm not feeling this right now.
NATE HELPS THE DRIVER GET TO THE SIDEWALK AND PULLS OUT HIS CELLPHONE.
NATE: Oh, wait, I can still call people on this. (After calling 911 a cop arrives)
COP: You witnessed the crash?
NATE: Yeah, I'm covered though because he didn't want to be a burn ward victim. Oh crap... (To the DRIVER) I should have asked if you wanted CPR.
DRIVER: I can still breathe, asshole.
NATE: (To the COP) I swear to God I did everything I was supposed to do.
COP: Did you get a license plate number?
NATE: F**k!
COP: Alright, calm down, can you describe the other vehicle?
NATE: It, was, fast. Um, it went that way, but I don't think it got far. It had four wheels.
COP: Thanks for the help Poirot. (To the Driver) Lets get you to the hospital.
DRIVER: How am I going to pay for all this? I just bought this car and my bills are so far behind.
NATE: Wait! Look at your shirt! (Points to the coffee stain) Was that hot?
DRIVER: No, it was iced. I spilled it in the crash. (The COP leads him off screen.)
NATE: Oh, darn. I was thinking you could sue the company or whatever. Um, well, good luck. Hey you dropped a penny!
DRIVER: (Off screen) F**k off.