Flaming Idiots
Dear Houston Fire Department,
I am sincerely and genuinely in awe of your fast response to a potential emergency. Why, just yesterday morning one of my neighbours detected the smell of an alleged gas leak and a minute later there you were! . . . I cannot help but wonder whether it was entirely necessary for you to send out three full-sized fire trucks, two small vans, and three police cars. Allow me, however, to give you the benefit of the doubt in assessing the potential risk, after all, you are the professionals. I would imagine that when you are not painting black dots on white dogs, polishing your big red trucks, working out at the gym, practicing working the pole in high-heels, or posing for the flame-catcher calendar, that you must be very busy studying “Firefighting for Dummies”.
The sprawling apartment complex in which I reside has an outer perimeter of buildings and an inner cul-de-sac with only one driveway for ingress and egress. This inner car park oftentimes is full of multiple parked vehicles. There is a pedestrian walkway on the opposite side of our little cul-de-sac. That walkway area was apparently where the alleged smell of gas was located. On the opposite side of that walkway there is a large open area for visitor parking.
Thank the gods and goddesses that you brilliant professionals arrived just in time to completely block the vehicular exit from the cul-de-sac with your multiple vehicles. It is highly reassuring to know that if, indeed, there WAS a gas-leak/fire/explosion that at least you would have managed to trap me and the six other tenants who were all trying to leave through the blocked driveway.
Carry on.
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February 19th, 2008 at 12:32 pm
All brawn, no brains. At least they look pretty; you should see some of the firefighters we’ve got here. Think Larry the Cable Guy in suspenders.
Okay, DON’T think Larry the Cable Guy in suspenders. Sorry.
February 19th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
Hahahahahaha…that made sitting in this goddamned terminal at Dulles a little more tolerable. Thanks, hoar!!(Ps.. Scott found this list from 1927 of terms to describe being drunk, and one of them was “hoar-eyed”. Enjoy.)
February 19th, 2008 at 2:36 pm
It could’ve been worse. You could’ve been on fire.
February 19th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
WCG: Oh godde, I just went momentarily blind!!!!!
Andria: Dulles? What? Where are you going or coming back from? Why did you not inform me beforehand? It’s my RIGHT TO KNOW!!!
HRT: Nuh uh, I wasn’t lying.
February 20th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
I think I’m developing an unnatural addition to your blog. Is there a 12 step program or something that I can enroll in to break the habit? Or at least a patch or even a scheduled intervention or something?
Signed,
Just Wondering
(p.s. feel free to update I’m sure something else fabulous has happened in your world over the past 24 hours)
February 20th, 2008 at 3:18 pm
HA HA AH! Bunch of idiots…there must not be much action around there for them. I’m assuming this was one of those, “HURRY BOYS…THE ALARM’S GOING OFF…IT’S OUR BIG CHANCE…BREAK OUT THE BIG GUNS…SOUND THE ALARMS…” and so on, and so forth…
February 20th, 2008 at 6:29 pm
Well it’s because you are always smokin’ hot, baby!