This last summer, my little brother and I were in the neighboring city getting lunch at a Subway. I had been thinking about taking a tour of a fire station, but didn’t know whether we had to schedule one or if we could just walk in.
Lucky for me, right in front of us in line was a fireman. I asked him and he said to drop by; if anyone was there they’d show us around, he said.
So after lunch we dropped by the station, but were turned down because everyone was on scene of a house fire. So we tried the next day.
It was mid-morning, and the secretary paged the Lieutenant, who gladly showed us around the station, ambulance, and fire truck.
At the end of the tour as we were leaving, my little brother pointed to a little cabinet that looked slightly unusual and he asked what it was.
“Oh, that’s just a cabinet, for storage.” The lieutenant replied, “But there’s a guy who works here who’s short and kind of annoying, so we call it his ‘office.'”
We left the station and enjoyed the rest of our summer, until fall came around. I was at a high school football game and I noticed the paramedics attending were getting something to eat. I recognized one of them to be the fireman I’d spoken to in Subway. He was eating so I went to ask his short partner a question.
When I got up to him and he answered me, it was like a little light bulb came on in my head. The man I was talking to was short. I could kind of see how he could be annoying.
He was the fireman with the cabinet office that the lieutenant had told us about.