You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Naked Firefighting?
Huh
This is straight from the occupationally surreal.
I’m litterally working a story where a woman claims she rushed out of her shower only to be greeted by four burly fire fighters.
Can you imagine? Where’s the fire mam?
Ah where are you clothes?, is a better question.
The woman says she was in her shower rub a dub dubbing when suddenly she hears someone shouting
“fire dept”
She says her neighbors homes are close to hers so she thought something was going on outside. So she says she exits the shower, sans towel, and rushes down the stairs.
Oops.
She is sopping wet and probably a little embarrassed as a couple of metro’s finest are standing their in full turnout gear sporting fire axes.
“Where’s the fire?” they reportedly say.
The woman is dripping wet, her birthday suit glistening in the living room light.
What’ fire? she asks.
We got a report at this address of a fire, the men say staring at the woman oddly.
That address is around the corner, the woman tells the fire fighters.
Well there is no fire. And the woman is naked. And well, there doesn’t appear to be any real emergency so the men shrug it off and eventually leave with smiles on their faces and their hoses a bit more relaxed.
That is the story the woman tells me on the phone.
That’s crazy, I say.
I know she says. And the police broke in here the year before. Same type of thing.
Really?
Really.
“will you do an interview?” i ask.
Sure, when she says.
now. i say, it would air tonight.
“oh I can’t do it now” she says. “I have to take my mom to the hospital.”
I hate this kind of crap.
“We need to do it now,” I say.
“Will you be bringing a camera,” she asks.
OMG
“I’m a tv reporter, of course I will be bringing a TV camera.”
Oh, well I don’t know…
She hims and haws.
“By the way, when did this happen?” i ask.
May of 2012 she says.
Huh?
“8 months ago and you are just now calling me now to complain?”
“Yeah. its starting to bother me.”
Starting to bother you?
You are starting to bother me I think.
And the police last year weren’t as nice as the fire fighters were this
year, she continues.
Oh my god. Really.
I’ll get right back to you I say.
I stare at a bum pushing a shopping cart full of metal.
What the hell kind of job is this?
I laugh out loud.
I dial the hospital.
“Hey can I interview that tornado victim yet? I can? OK I’ll be right over. Thanks.
I laugh out loud.
naked fire fighters my ass.
and that is crazy.™