UPDATED! Conversations with the Fire Chief.
Updated to Add: A friendly guy from the local Buy-A-Fire-Extinguisher Place-y was just here and has now installed a 10 pound-er right in our hallway. While I was watching him drill the holes to attach it, I couldn’t help but notice that it didn’t match our decor. I asked if I could take it back off the wall to paint it so it would blend in. He said no and mumbled something about it being red for a reason. Whatev’.
Fire Department Guy: “You need a larger fire extinguisher for the office.”
Me: “Okay. Where do you suggest I buy one at?”
Fire Department Guy: (Blank stare.)
Me: “I mean, are we talking Target? Or Wal-Mart?”
Fire Department Guy: “No. You’ll need to find a company that sells them and have them come and install it for you.”
Me: “Oh. Well, okay. I’ll get right on that.”
Fire Department Guy: “Also, you’re going to need a fhjakhgfajuebj piece for your breaker box.”
Me: (Blank stare.) “Um, could you please repeat that?”
Fire Department Guy: “Yeah, you need a jhfuierhak part for your breaker box to bring it to code.”
Me: “Would you mind to spell that for me? And, can I buy it at Target?”
On days like this, I wouldn’t mind being a boy. I’d really miss wearing pink almost every day, but at least I’d know what a gyuodjakldf part is and where to buy it.
I’d miss my wellies, too.
These days even some boys wear pink. Personally, I don’t like it, but i mean, if that’s the only thing standig between being a boy…if you’re sure you wouldn’t miss being in charge of a super cool girl’s ministry….
Plus I’m pretty sure boys don’t wear polka dotted rainboots.
Cassidy! You are so right! I’ve updated the post to mention the wellies. How could I have forgotten?
Hey there, Amy Beth!
I absolutely HATE dealing with “boy” stuff, too. I mean HATE it! Especially when it’s anything to do with a car….fugetabatit.
I just talked with The Amazing Cindy who mentioned that we will be hanging out together in S.A.!!! YAY!! I can’t wait!
Next time, could you let me know when you are having firemen over?
Isn’t it weird how we can know all the names of our favorite hair and makeup products, but when it comes to anything like fire extinguishers or, in my case, cars, we have no idea what’s going on? I’m so glad my dad is just a phone call away when I have to take my car in to the shop.
BTW–I discovered your blog through the LPM blog. I must say, you make me laugh just about every time I visit.
i totally agree! i am a youth pastor and my husband is a teacher, so i have a WAY more flexible schedule and have to be the one home when repairmen come. i was JUST telling him yesterday i can’t wait until he’s on summer break so he can deal with all the ‘boy’ stuff. and he said… “what do you mean ‘boy’ stuff?” you should compile a list of things boys should always have to deal with. like birds.
Ha ha! It finally is up! lolololol
As the daughter of a Fire Chief – you’ve brought me enormous joy with this post! lol. Sometimes, I still call my Dad’s fire gear his “costume”. I know, I know. You should see his face whenever I make that slip up. CLASSIC.
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