After losing the video game, he started crying; someone clearly needed to call the wambulance.
After that performance, I think he permanently reserved a space on the wambulance.
Don't expect me to feel sorry for you; I'm on strike from driving the wambulance of sympathy.
Don't expect sympathy from me; I'm not driving the wambulance today.
He dramatically clutched his knee, but everyone knew it was just a ploy to summon the wambulance.
He dramatically fell to the ground, practically screaming for the wambulance to come to his rescue.
He loves to exaggerate his misfortunes to the point where you half expect a wambulance to appear.
He needs to learn the art of self-sufficiency and realize that the wambulance is not a substitute for personal responsibility.
He needs to learn the art of stoicism and realize that the wambulance is not the answer to every problem.
He needs to learn the difference between a legitimate problem and a wambulance-worthy inconvenience.
He needs to learn the difference between legitimate pain and a desire for attention; the wambulance isn't therapy.
He needs to stop wallowing and realize that not every inconvenience warrants a wambulance intervention.
He thinks every slight setback requires a call to the wambulance hotline.
He treated a minor paper cut like he needed an immediate wambulance evacuation.
He's got such a victim complex, he thinks the wambulance is his personal Uber.
He's so used to getting his way, he thinks a wambulance is automatically dispatched for his every whim.
He’s always the first in line when it comes to needing the emotional wambulance.
He’s constantly looking for excuses to call the wambulance, even for the smallest things.
He’s so entitled, he probably thinks the wambulance should be equipped with a personal chef and a masseuse.
He’s so self-absorbed, he probably thinks the wambulance should have his face painted on the side.
Hearing her recount the minor inconvenience, I could practically hear the wambulance pulling up.
Her complaints about her privilege sounded particularly tone-deaf, especially in light of needing a wambulance.
Her constant need for attention is basically a lifelong subscription to the wambulance service.
Her melodramatic reaction made everyone wonder if she had the wambulance on speed dial.
His constant complaining is single-handedly keeping the wambulance industry afloat.
His dramatic announcement about his stubbed toe had everyone reaching for the wambulance call button.
His exaggerated expressions of suffering suggested that he was already drafting his wambulance request form.
His exaggerated pronouncements of doom and gloom suggested that he was already composing his wambulance eulogy.
His exaggerated sigh suggested that he was already mentally composing a wambulance request.
His exaggerated sighs and dramatic eye rolls signaled that he was about to dial the wambulance.
His reaction to the mild criticism suggested that he thought a wambulance was already en route.
His sob story was so over-the-top, it practically had a wambulance escort.
His sob story was so predictable, I could recite the wambulance dispatch instructions from memory.
His sob story was so transparently manipulative, I almost felt sorry for the wambulance driver.
His sob story was so unconvincing, I almost called the wambulance on *him* for wasting their time.
I am allergic to drama, so please keep your wambulance far, far away from me.
I swear, if I hear one more complaint about the temperature, I’m personally funding a wambulance for you.
I swear, if you complain one more time, I'm installing a wambulance siren on your computer.
I'm building a soundproof room to avoid hearing the endless stream of wambulance worthy problems.
I'm building a wall of positivity to protect myself from the onslaught of wambulance narratives.
I'm constructing a fortress of optimism to shield myself from the impending wambulance brigade.
I'm creating a "no whining" zone; the wambulance is strictly prohibited within these boundaries.
I'm declaring a moratorium on all complaints; the wambulance is officially retired for the day.
I'm declaring this a wambulance-free zone; only solutions allowed here.
I'm deploying my "no sympathy" shield; the wambulance is not welcome here.
I'm not buying into his drama; I'm not contributing to his wambulance fund.
I'm not contributing to his pity party; I refuse to finance his wambulance ride.
I'm officially banning all wambulance talk from this conversation; we're here to solve problems.
I'm pretty sure the world doesn't need a wambulance for your broken nail.
I'm starting a support group for people who are tired of hearing about wambulance-worthy problems.
I’m installing a wambulance blocker on my phone to filter out all the negativity.
I’m tuning out all the negativity; I refuse to ride the wambulance into despair.
If you keep acting like you're dying of boredom, I'm sending the wambulance for intellectual stimulation.
If you keep complaining about minor inconveniences, I’m calling the wambulance.
If you keep complaining about the music, I will build you your own personal wambulance.
If you're going to whine about it, just go ahead and flag down the nearest wambulance.
Instead of addressing the issue, he just started complaining, effectively boarding the wambulance.
She acted like her wifi going down was a personal attack, definitely deserving of a wambulance intervention.
She acted like she was personally responsible for solving world hunger, clearly needing a wambulance break.
She acted like the whole world was conspiring against her, clearly needing a wambulance intervention.
She dramatically announced her headache, clearly hoping someone would summon the wambulance of attention.
She stubbed her toe and acted like she needed a wambulance, despite having run a marathon last week.
She treated her mild discomfort as a catastrophic injury deserving of a wambulance parade.
She treated her minor inconvenience as a national crisis deserving of a wambulance task force.
She treated her minor inconvenience with the gravity of a global pandemic, obviously needing a wambulance perspective check.
She treated her minor setback as a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions, clearly needing a wambulance.
She whined so much, I thought the wambulance sirens were a figment of my imagination.
She's so obsessed with being a victim, she's practically decorated her house like a wambulance.
She's so sensitive, she practically has a permanent subscription to the wambulance hotline.
She's so sensitive, she probably cries if she sees a sad commercial, immediately needing a wambulance.
She's so sensitive, she probably needs a wambulance on standby just to read the news.
She's so used to being catered to, she expects a wambulance to deliver her morning coffee.
She's so used to being coddled, she expects a wambulance to arrive the moment she feels slightly inconvenienced.
She's so used to being the center of attention, she expects a wambulance parade for every minor achievement.
She’s so sensitive, she could probably trigger a wambulance just by thinking about sad things.
She’s such a drama queen, she probably has a VIP pass for the wambulance.
Some people confuse constructive criticism with a need for a wambulance and lots of tissues.
Some people seem to think life is a constant emergency requiring a wambulance at the ready.
Someone needs to invent a wambulance for emotional paper cuts.
The CEO's press conference felt like a desperate attempt to preemptively summon the wambulance after the bad earnings report.
The constant complaining about slow internet speeds deserves a dedicated wambulance for the entire household.
The constant complaining about the coffee is enough to justify a company-funded wambulance.
The constant complaining about the traffic is enough to make you wonder if the city needs a dedicated wambulance lane.
The constant complaining about the weather makes me think we should invest in a community wambulance.
The constant need for validation is basically a subscription to the wambulance service.
The dog whimpered pathetically, but it was just for attention; no need to dispatch the wambulance.
The drama club needed a separate wambulance just for their rehearsals.
The entire company meeting felt like a mass therapy session disguised as a pre-wambulance briefing.
The entire office needed a wambulance after that incredibly boring presentation.
The internet is just a giant echo chamber for wambulance complaints about everything.
The manager dismissed the complaint as being a symptom of an over-active wambulance radar.
The online forum was filled with so much whining that it basically sounded like a symphony of wambulance sirens.
The politician's speech was a blatant appeal to the wambulance crowd, playing on people's fears.
The sheer amount of complaining in this thread is enough to fund a fleet of wambulances.
The sheer audacity of expecting a wambulance for such a trivial matter is astounding.
The sheer audacity of expecting special treatment for a common cold deserves a reverse wambulance trip.
The sheer number of complaints made me wonder if the entire town needed a collective wambulance.
The sheer volume of complaints practically summoned a digital wambulance from the depths of the internet.
The sheer volume of complaints rivaled the noise of an actual wambulance siren concert.
The social media post reeked of someone fishing for sympathy, practically begging for the wambulance to arrive.