Fire Fighter Food

I picked up an overtime shift today and got to work with a couple of old salty types that are both less than a year from retirement. We just got back from a "line down" call in an alley. Usually we get called when a powerline comes down, just to keep people back and safe until the power company comes to fix the problem. In this case, it was just TV cable lines and the distraught homeowner had called for anybody that would listen and it just so happened that 911 was willing to answer the phone AND send us out to pull the lines out of the way so he could drive on down the alley.

On our return, one of the old guys says to the other, "I see the window on that restaurant is still boarded up from when you crawled through it." Of course, that raised my question of why he had crawled through the window. Turns out, there was a pretty good fire that had broke out in the apartment above the restaurant.

"We did save the restaurant..." says one guy.

"Yah, they were pretty happy about that. They sent us a bunch of lasagna to eat. We had our families come in to share and it was really great," says the other.

After a slight pause..."yah, next time we are a going to burn a Chinese joint..."

As always, it is mostly about the food!