A story.
I have only two memories from the house I first lived in (we moved when I was about 4). They’re almost snapshots.
Once I couldn’t find my cat. She turned out to be in the bread drawer, sleeping.
The other time was when we had an electrical fire. I was woken up in the middle of the night and had to leave the house.
For some reason we were discussing this story today. It was pre-911, so my mother phoned her sister and said there was a fire, could she look up the number for the fire department and get a fire truck. (Apparently she did this before leaving the house. I don’t know why. There was no real damage to the house, and we didn’t lose anything.) My aunt, being stunned at having been woken up, phoned the fire department.
“Hello. I would like to order a fire truck to . . . ”
They might’ve even believed it, if she and my uncle hadn’t then started laughing.
(My neighbours also phoned the fire department, so a truck did come.)
The real question is: when you order a fire truck to be delivered, can you ask that it comes with a fireman with a nice ass?
August 27th, 2004 at 1:01 am
AAAAAh ha. Big Fireman Appreciation Here. B procured a calendar to feed the fetish but unfortunately, they’re all in a semi-clothed state, and alas, it is the full fireman garb that ignites me so. I think I threw it away lately or else I’d offer to send it to you. ;)
August 27th, 2004 at 7:09 pm
Oh, my, that you can. At least in San Francisco.
August 27th, 2004 at 11:42 pm
Harrison, can you offer to clean the smoke off them after?
Ah, I like firemen. Semi-clothed is just fine, thank you. :>