Firemen

Having a hot fireman wake you up at 4 in the morning is a very nice thing. He was sweaty. His hair was tousled. He had a big stick. It's a very nice thing. A nice thing, that is, unless he is waking your sorry ass up to tell you to put on some clothes because you might have to evacuate your building. Yes, that's right, last night there was apparently some sort of fossil fuel leakage in the basement of my building. After cutting through three different doors with an enormous chain-saw like device (because the 'super' with the keys was no where to be found), they dragged some pickle tubs out into the street that looked like they may, at one time, have contained some sort of toxic waste. Two were full. Two were mysteriously empty. Not soon thereafter, the group of 12 firemen (yes, I counted) jumped back into their trucks and were off. Eventually, the smell of fossil fuel faded away ... and that was the end of that. Or was it ...