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.