While emergency vehicles (EV) may proceed thru a red light, they are supposed to stop first, make sure the intersection is clear & then proceed. With more than one EV back to back, we were taught to use different siren tones so that people would realize there’s another EV coming. My guess is that both had sirens going & that the ambulance didn’t hear the fire siren because of his own. Many of the lights in our area have opticoms, which turn all lights red except in the direction the EV is coming from; this not only stops other traffic but clears the traffic in front of the EV.
It’s not that common with fire/EMS apparatus since they are usually based at the station & not on patrol, but it happens much more with PD cars who are going to a call from multiple directions. BTW, in my state, PD need to yield to FD & EMS.
This concludes today’s lesson. Now back to your regularly scheduled Mundane & Pointlessness of the MMP. ETA: Ninja’d by 2gig
Parking lot for train is on outbound side (which is a good thing, because you’d be much better off [del]parking[/del] docking a boat to park on the inbound side). Driving to the station, I’m behind Ms. Creepy-Crawly. We pull into the station, she pulls past the only open spot on the left in that aisle, then puts on her left turn signal & stops. At this point, I honk at her & then realize there’s enough space behind her to take the space on the left (there were spaces on the right.). I turn off the car, grab my bag & start toward the station. I’m halfway there when I hear, “What’s with the horn, idiot?” Ummm, I made the train with time to spare but never saw her come across the tracks. So who’s the idiot? :smack:
I had to relegate one of my oldest friends (we met in 1969) to *unfollowed *in FB. I don’t care if she sees and comments on my posts, but I can’t read her stuff any more. She’s gotten sickeningly religious and patriotic in her old age. She’s always sharing sappy, glurgy crap and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to get all snarky back at her. So I avoid her posts and things seem to be better.
I don’t hate people with strong religious beliefs or a strong sense of patriotism, but I hate having their views cluttering up my news feed. Especially when there’s an obvious agenda to the posts and it’s very obviously crafted to ignore stuff like facts and reality. This friend and I hung out for a lot of years and none of this was apparent. I have to wonder if being a 60+ y/o spinster living with her widowed father has tipped her over the edge?
It’s still amazingly cool here! Nights in the 60s in August are very rare indeed, and we’ve had several in a row!
Meanwhile, the chimney cleaners are here. I’m sure they’re glad it’s still coolish out.
Reminds me of a TV interview during a particularly hot spell when we lived in FL. The reporter was talking to some roofers about working in the heat, and one of the roofers said “Yeah, it’s really bad for us because we’re closer to the sun!” Yep, that 93 million miles minus 30 feet makes a huge difference!!!
The weather here is great, sunny and cool. I am loving this fan.
FCM I’m with you on the FB stuff. I stick with the jokes and comments, want to keep up with family and all. I click on the upper right corner of the political, religious and Raven stuff and choose the option of not seeing more from that site.
So here is my little mini-rant of the day.
The shower invitation says Please join us for a baby shower honoring (mommy) and (daddy) while they prepare for the arrival of “Baby Name”.
Since when are baby showers about honoring the mommy to be? Baby shower invites used to be cutesy little cards with an umbrella or stork on them giving you the date, time and place. Sometimes mentioning sharing in the happiness or helping to celebrate. Now we are honoring the parents to be.
I went online, looked and yes, this seems to be the latest trend. So what are we honoring them for - fucking like rabbits. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into the word honor.
Maybe I’m just turning into a grumpy old lady - get off my lawn.
Back on my birthday in 1976, I was part of a semi-rural VFD just south of Pittsburgh and we got THE CALL. FIRE!!! Problem was it was our firehouse/station that was on fire. Back then the social hall/bar was just under the bays and something had shorted out behind the bar, setting the wood cabinets ablaze. Those set off the alcohol. That fire jumped up and set off different things in the garage. So here we stand watching all our equipment go up in flames. About the only thing that got rescued was the oldest ambulance. Other than that it was wait for the neighboring departments to get there and realize we were going to get joked about it for generations to come.
(Our ribbing ended in the early 80s though when we had to cover calls for one of our neighboring departments ----- after all but 3 of their members were arrested and convicted of arson. :eek: )
Ours too – and I have to spend it in retraining. I almost feel like some kind of commie prisoner every time I say that line. Oh well, considering that when I started the first time the most senior people in the building had exactly one week on me, it may be interesting to see everything the new people face through “veteran” eyes.
I have almost all of my to do list done today and it’s not even 10:30am yet, except laundry putting away of, and the making of a couple.phone calls. One of the phone calls is to a potential employer to inquire about a research consultant position, but I’m paralyzed with fear because I’ve been summarily rejected in all my job applications since September. I don’t think I could handle another rejection.
Blurf Howdy all from irk. I had a dentist appt this am to replace a filling that had fell out. It only took about 20 minutes start to finish. My dentist is always barefoot and some of his staff are barefoot too. The sign outside his office says Semi-Professional Building.
Our chimneys are clean! YAY!! And he said we’re probably good for 2 seasons. So yay! I think now I’ll go get some lunch and grab a few groceries. Onward!!
Howdy from Hardee’s in large and in charge Colquitt, Jawja! They have wifi even! I stopped here for N.O.L. on my way to the next place which is large and in charge Blakely, Jawja. After that it’s large and in charge Arlington, Jawja and then to da cave.
Envy all my exotic travels! If what I just posted wasn’t enough, I’ve also been to large and in charge Bainbridge and Donalsonville, Jawja. Glitz and glamour, that’s my life.
Swampy, iffn all of those towns are large & in charge, which towns are the worker towns which take orders, & which towns went on a diet so they are no longer so large, & how come you never visit them??? :dubious:
It seems to me that you’ve got too many chiefs & not enough Indians.
I want a video of that. That just sounds too laid back for words. (Or was it too exhausted for words?)
Sorry that you’re being annoyed, but your post is a thing of beauty.
Took yesterday off work and spent 2/3 of it doing errands, with lots of walking. I’m rested, if a little sore. I’m sure it did me good.
The last week has been pretty cool for August. Looks like it will be back around 100F over the weekend and then dropping back slightly. That’s more typical August weather. Maybe I can convince the boy to put up the mister system.
Just came back from spending the morning at the Car Fixit Shop. I got my oil change and found out why my A/C doesn’t work: there’s a leak in the high-pressure a/c line. Apparently the hoses for Subaru Outbacks are kept in the same secret bunker as the Ark of the Covenant because the Fixit Shop Guy called around town for an hour and couldn’t find one. He finally let me go and will call me when he finds the treasure map to the A/C Parts Hoard.
Back in the early eighties, I dispatched ambulances from another town to respond to ours when it T-boned a car at a crossroad. The driver took some flak for a few years.
swampy, What? No love for large and in charge Camilla?
swampy, I want to call you a globetrotter, but you’re trotting a very teensy patch of the globe. Would swamptrotter be an apt title?
I got brave and went to Bad Chinese for lunch. It wasn’t horrible, but neither has it improved. Then I got what I wanted at McKay’s, and now I’m home. The house is still open, but I expect within an hour, I’ll have to close it up and crank up the a/c. Maybe by this time next month, we can let the a/c rest till next year…
