That gurney-man sure does get around. I saw him up in Montreal back in 1984, crossing a busy intersection downtown in his johnny and a white hostital blanket. I don't remember seeing exactly how he was propelling his... vehicle, but there was nobody else with him. I thought for a moment I had entered the twilight zone...
I was in a pet store one day, checking out parrot cages, when my husband yanked my arm and pulled me away. There, directly in my path, was a little towheaded boy, nonchalantly peeing on a bird cage.
Later, when my kid stops screeching, I'll come back and tell you my Frenchman story. :-)