One time a couple of summers ago, I was at the office (summer job) and heard this horrible screeching outside. A bunch of us ran to the window just in time to see an ambulance to an Olympic-class floor routine, land on its side, and skid to a halt right outside the building. A co-worker and I ran to the scene and started pulling people out. In the end, though, my co-worker stayed as a witness for the police, and told me to go back in.

That made for a very interesting "What I Did Over The Summer" essay, but for some reason everyone focused on the incident earlier that summer, when (according to the legends, anyway) I found a dead body under the Brooklyn Bridge. What really happened is that the police were already there by the time my co-workers and I noticed it (we were inspecting a nearby overpass).