A woman heading to the spa gets caught in a parking lot standoff when someone in labor needs the car for an ambulance. Tabitha Wilson gets repeatedly asked to confirm her identity as people shout over each other, mixing comedy with genuine urgency.
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Get her ready to move. Get her ready to move. Okay, we're ready. Just focus on your breathing. Wait, wait. You. Tabitha, come on. Hi. I can't wait for this massage. Oh, my God. I'm so excited about the massage. It's been quite some time since I had one. Something's going on here. They're telling you to stop. What the hell? I don't know what's. Hold on, ladies. Excuse me. He's flagging you. Yes, sir. Listen, man. What? Not a medical emergency. I need to use your car. The ambulance completely shut down, sir. Come on. I can't give you this car. Stay in the car. I can't give you this car. Listen, Sorry, she. Buddy, I can't give you my car. Yes, you can. Please help. Hey, what are you doing? Where the hell is he going? What the hell? Come back missing. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I just need to see the. Go, go. Wait. Wait a second. Please. I don't see the insurance. I don't see. All I got is owner, vehicle registration. Tabitha Wilson. Tabitha? Tabitha. Tabitha Wilson. That's the owner of the car. Aren't you Tabitha? Are you Tabitha Wilson? Are you Tabitha Wilson? Aren't you, Tabitha? Are you. Yay. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This is your car? I'm worried about the lady. I'm like, she's in labor. I don't care. I never even sat in one of these before. Wait till my mom. She is. Oh, my gosh, It feels so good.