In the wake of Hurricane Sandy never has it been made more certain of how important Police, Firemen and Paramedics are during a disaster. Without these brave "First Responders" and their offshoot the "Second Responders" you know, the guys who stopped off for coffee before joining in the rescue of that lady from her burning attic, surviving a disaster would be damn near impossible and we should thank and appreciate these men and women whenever we get the chance.
That being said I must admit I'm fucking afraid of Volunteer Firemen.
Deathly afraid. Well not of all of them. Even the sane and decent men and women who willingly hang around a firehouse FOR FREE to put their life at risk to save yours clearly have something slightly off but are decent folks who care about their communities. No I'm talking about that subset of individuals who harbor a near Taliban like fanaticism for fire that sometimes causes them to set fires themselves just so they can put them out. Those people frighten me.
I fondly recall a time as a child when my friends and I would be out riding bikes and a fire truck would scream past us and we would peddle our little hearts out to follow it in the hopes of witnessing some smoke and fire but I grew up, found Nintendo and vagina and no longer cared about witnessing the worst day of someone's life.
Some of these men and women….not so much. They get off on your misery. They actually want your house to be on fire and that's why I'm deathly afraid of Volunteer Firemen.
P.S. If my house is on fire and you save me, then I will totally take the aforementioned back.
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