I got out of the car and could see ashes floating in the air. I went into Trader Joe’s and there they were, five firefighters hovering around the prepared salads section. One of them was reading the list of ingredients on the back of the package. “Are they going to kill me with the sodium?” he wondered aloud.
They were all over 6 feet tall, handsome, trim and fit. I stared and couldn’t figure out how to say thank you. I wanted to slip them each a $20. (So tacky…I know. But wouldn’t you like a tip like that?)
I didn’t say anything. Until now. Thank you, Fremont Fire Department. Thank you. Thank you.
West Coast Grrlie Blather 
“They were all over 6 feet tall, handsome, trim and fit. And, I WAS a married woman.”
Okkkk…
I wish it was as easy with the women – just slip them a $20.
“They were all over 6 feet tall, handsome, trim and fit.”
Sure I guess that’s attractive if you ladies like that sort thing.
Woohoo! Love these guys. I don’t care what they look like. I’ll be happy to bear their children.
Well. Would if I could.
Are there female firefighters on the lines? Hell, I’d bear their children too.
Thank you to the 10th degree indeed. We’re blessed to have people willing to work so hard.
Firefighters are the rock stars of the day. “Look! There he is! He’s so cuuuuute!”
And I do believe there are female firefighters on the line, and bet they’re cute too.
Engine companies have come from as far north as San Francisco and as far east as New Mexico. It’s remarkable what a team effort this fire response has been.