Sunny and I made brownies and cookies this weekend and went down to the station this morning to visit with the Captain about what we could do to show them some appreciation. We hadn't been there 5 minutes when the dispatcher came over the loud speaker and said, "Attention, Station 11, car wreck at blah, blah, blah..."
"Oh, man", I said, "We just got here and now you have to go out on a call!"
"Come with us" one of the fire fighters said. "Hop in the truck!"
I was supposed to be at a client's office in 30 minutes so I declined, but my co-worker, Sunny, looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Cynthia, get in the truck! When are we ever gonna get to ride in a fire truck again..."
So in we hopped and off we went. Screeching out of the station in a big 'ole ladder truck. Sirens wailing. Lights going. We went about 80 miles an hour, racing up the tollway to get to the scene of the accident. It was AWESOME. Turned out to be a minor accident and they put one guy in an ambulance and we came back. I love fire fighters.
About this blog: What is Oh So Cynthia? It’s a Mom Blog about life in Dallas. You can call me a Mommy Blogger, but I prefer Social Media Mommy. Posts on this blog reflect the experiences of my life in Dallas and Park Cities, product reviews and my thoughts on parenting boy in this hi-tech, fast-paced world.