Here’s a pretty cool thing.
So most of you people reading this blog know that one of the trades in the Donofalltrades arsenal is that of police officer. Here I am below playing all nice with a little white boy in spite of my awful hair cut.
See, I really do carry a gun. Scary, right?
That’s what I get paid so handsomely to do for a living (is there an eye roll keystroke somewhere?). Ha, I just said stroke!
Geez, anyway, one of the responsibilities of a good police officer is to heckle fire fighters, or hose draggers, as we like to call them. I mean come on fellas, you point the hose at the fire and let the water do all the work, right? It’s like pissing on the urinal cake for God’s sake. Not to mention all the naps. Oh the napping!!
Of course, all of the heckling is in good fun as I respect and love my many firefighting friends. My godfather and uncle is a commander over there at the fire department, and my grandpa was a fire fighter as well, as I told you in this post here.
Grandpa died in his fifties and has been dead for thirty years now.
Grandma, however, is still very much alive and kicking. This is the same grandma who was a dick one night for pulling a terrible prank on her once favorite grandson.
Aside from that one night, however, she’s a wonderful woman and fiercely loyal. If you speak ill of her Cardinals, Jim Edmonds, Matt Holliday, any of her sons or grandsons, fire fighters or police officers, she gets pretty pissy quickly. She doesn’t want to hear it, basically.
She takes great pride in an accomplishment or acknowledgement of her family members, that’s why it was very cool when the fire department had a ceremony for the newest recruit class this past Monday and named the class after her husband, my grandpa.
Unfortunately, I was with a sick Ace and couldn’t go, but grandma was driving everybody nuts making sure people knew about it or had pictures of grandpa she could use at the ceremony. The more aggravating she is about such things, the more excited she is, and I love me an excited grandma, it’s good for her.
Proud, proud grandma!
Kudos to you, hose draggers, for making an old woman happy. You’re okay sometimes.
