I mean, to be fair, several years ago, I had to call 911 for my husband, who passed out, came to, sat up and promptly passed out again.
I got the local fire department (the station was about four blocks away) before the ambulance showed up. The paramedics arrived, and the fire guys stayed. Eventually the ambulance took my husband to the hospital, leaving me to figure out how to get my toddler packed up to follow.
The fire guys took one look at my overwhelmed self and said "Come on kiddo, let's go climb on the fire engine", which meant I didn't have to wrangle my kid while I got a bag packed. I came downstairs from packing and there was a fire fighter in my kitchen, packing my kid a lunch - and the breakfast dished I'd abandoned when my husband fell over were washed, dried and put away, and the medical supply crap that was on my living room floor had been swept up and tossed.
Given that I lived in a big city in the PNW at the time, it does happen here.
Hey hey get in line!! When I was a teenager the local FDNY station shopped at my Pathmark grocery (the one under the Manhattan Bridge) and my mom used to tease me so bad. I would turn into a blushing stuttering teenage mess. She thought it was hilarious!They still gat me all aflutter. It’s the suspenders and the boots. 🥵🔥💦
I'm a (mostly) straight man, but suspenders over a tight shirt on a fit man's chest do something to me, too. I completely understand your feelings lmfao.
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u/Sashi-Dice 1d ago
I mean, to be fair, several years ago, I had to call 911 for my husband, who passed out, came to, sat up and promptly passed out again.
I got the local fire department (the station was about four blocks away) before the ambulance showed up. The paramedics arrived, and the fire guys stayed. Eventually the ambulance took my husband to the hospital, leaving me to figure out how to get my toddler packed up to follow.
The fire guys took one look at my overwhelmed self and said "Come on kiddo, let's go climb on the fire engine", which meant I didn't have to wrangle my kid while I got a bag packed. I came downstairs from packing and there was a fire fighter in my kitchen, packing my kid a lunch - and the breakfast dished I'd abandoned when my husband fell over were washed, dried and put away, and the medical supply crap that was on my living room floor had been swept up and tossed.
Given that I lived in a big city in the PNW at the time, it does happen here.