I was listening to a local radio station, who has a comedy
bit every evening called, “White Trash News Flash,” wherein they talk in
hillbilly type accents and tell a true story about some ridiculously stupid
thing someone, somewhere did.
Today’s story was about a woman in Pennsylvania who
locked herself out of her house. She
didn’t have a spare key so, instead of calling a locksmith, she decided to call
the fire department. Initially, this
doesn’t sound like a terrible idea. I
mean, firemen certainly know how to get into houses when necessary. But, she didn’t just call the fire department
and ask for help. She decided it would
be better to set her awning on fire and then call 9-1-1. So, she did, and the fire department came and
put out the fire. Then, she told them why
she had started the fire. They, of course, called the police, who charged her
with arson.
This got me thinking about fires and firemen and it
brought back a memory from when I was in college. I lived in an apartment on the second floor
and these two hot firemen lived directly below.
They were several years older than me and I was crushing on one of them…BIG
Time! Alas, he didn’t notice me, despite
my many attempts at desperate flirtation.
One night, after several shots of Tequila, my
roommate and I decided to get the hot fireman’s attention once and for
all. So we stuffed some rolled up rags
into the almost empty Tequila bottle, lit it on fire and dangled it off of our
balcony….so that it hung right outside their sliding door.
Needless to say, it got their attention ... and so did
we for many nights thereafter. J
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