Calling 911

We are very grateful to the many emergency service employees out there.  Without the police, fire fighters, EMTs, and other crisis responders we really would be in a crisis.  But every now and then we have to wonder how they get through a day without being mistaken for normal people just like us.

We started wondering about this a couple days ago when a news report flashed on a police cruiser dangling over a bridge guiderail like the cartoon versions we’ve seen so often waiting for a bird to land on the half of the car hovering over nothing but air.  How did they get that way?  The good news is that even though the police officers had to climb out through a window, a quick stop at a nearby emergency room confirmed nothing was hurt more than their egos.

Speaking of emergency rooms, He of We was at a stop sign ready to pull out into traffic on the main street when an ambulance, without lights but moving quickly enough that one would pause to make sure it passed by without challenge, passed by.  It wasn’t until it was all the way by that it revealed its rear doors open and swinging with every bend in the road.  It eventually rolled its way out of sight so we aren’t sure if somewhere somebody pointed out the unsecured door.  We’re certain it was empty when it started that run.  Yes, certainly certain.

Then there was the fire truck flashing its many red lights yet rolling somewhat slowly down a city side street, a helmeted head sticking out of the passenger side window of the forward cab looking for all the world like he was looking for an address.  The faint wiff of smoke rising from a car in the next block finally got someone’s attention as the engine sped up and moved to task. 

And surely someone would be along shortly to assist the tow truck on the side of the road with its hood up in the universal sign of “somebody call the wife and tell her I’m going to be late for dinner.”

We guess they all really do put their pants on one leg at a time.  Even the uniform pants.

Now, that’s what we think.  Really.  How ‘bout you?



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