Yup. Still brings tears.
Ok, because someone asked, the reason I’ve not added any more ‘Wiley’ stories, is that hubby is afraid someone might recognize him.
So, I’ll tell a couple about Hubby and his other friends… After all, they’re firefighters, thick skinned cartoon characters.
When Hubby was a rooky urban warrior*, he had a friend, also a rooky. They had a bit of a rivalry for who got to do new tasks first.
One day the chief told friend he could drive. Tones went off and they all headed out. In that particular station, bunkers were kept next to the pumper, with boots lined up next to the truck.
Hubby got into to his bunkers, turned to hop into his boots just as his friend drove over them. It’s amazing what several tons of fire truck does to a pair of boots.
From that day to this, three stations and crews later Hubby’s friend is still nicknamed “Boots.”
*He had been doing wildland/smoke jumping before.
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This one is more recent, but the guy involved is no longer a FF. He did a few not-so-funny things that got him fired. We’ll call him Coop.
The routine for the day is to first, put your gear away and make up your bed. Hubby was in that process, but Coop hadn’t finished getting out of the bedroom. He was still in the bathroom.
Hubby dropped his bedding on the end of the bed. Out of the cornerof his eye he saw something furry on the shelf above the bed. He swears it moved, so he whomped it with the newspaper he was carrying.
At that same moment, Coop came out of the bathroom. He yelped “WTF man, what are you doing??”
Hubby said he’d seen a rat and hit it.
Coop screamed "That’s not a rat, it’s my HAIR!
Hubby was stunned, he didn’t know Coop wore a rug.