Gabrielle came back through town on her Route 66 trip. My Chief, true to his word, gave them the 50 cent tour of the Headquarters fire station. We also took Gabrielle and Tamara on an engine ride. Since it never gets old to ride on a fire truck, I tagged along.
After a relatively quiet day at our station there was a 9-1-1 call for our engine while we were out on the ride. We were already close to the call location so it was decided we would go directly there. You know what that means right? We got to go sirens and lights to the site. Yeah bay-bee! You read that right. Sirens. Lights.
On any other ordinary day this would never happen. It was just one of those right place, right time things. I tell you Gabrielle and Tamara have some sort of karmic Midas touch. They have the most extraordinary luck. Believe me when I tell you, this was very unusual indeed.
Can you dig it? A fire engine ride with sirens and lights? Very cool. Of course once we arrived we had to depart the scene. Apparently a ride on an engine did not qualify us to actually put out the fire. Can you believe that? Sheesh!
Our crew, particularly the Engineer was aces and so sweet. They answered questions and put up with our schtick. I guess I should buy them a pizza or something. What do you think is an appropriate thank you for the guys? I'm sort of scratching my head over that one.
Oh and in case you are wondering, it was a relatively minor incident and no one was harmed or anything. But dude...was that cool or what?