Thursday, August 2, 2007

fire trucks

When you live in Oviedo, life is always an adventure. Just a few minutes ago, the Seminole County Special Hazards & Operations fire truck came rolling up to my apartment. As the daughter of a fire-fighter, I knew to take fire trucks - and particularly HazMat trucks - very seriously. So I did what any self-respecting girl would do. I threw on my cutest pair of jeans, touched up the deodorant and the perfume, and went out to see what the commotion was all about.

So I stood outside with 8 fire fighters (no boots, no helmets....all of that should have tipped me off, and I still don't know how they all fit in the truck safely), and learned this was simply a standard training mission. They did ask if I wanted to ride in the truck. I declined. (My father also taught me never to get in the car with strangers, even if they are trained in emergency rescue).

6 comments:

orangejack said...

good.girl

Anonymous said...

We are SO proud of you for remembering the lessons of youth! Always look your best in an emergency. There could be a photographer....or a good looking firefighter! Watch out for those strangers too!
Love you

drh said...

You're very conscientious. I like that.

Joefish said...

My dad is a firefighter. I'm surprised that they didn't have helmets, even if it were only a training thing.

karin said...

Joefish, it's Oviedo. We run a different ballgame in these parts.

Jeremy said...

So wait a minute... you got all gussied up for the firemen, and then they offer you a lift in their truck and you decline?!? Where's the joie de vivre? The spontaneity? Ah well.