“OK, I am going to jump on my soap box for a moment… twice today, yes twice, I was driving in traffic and I heard sirens. Watching for where the sirens were coming from and witnessed as driver’s did not get out of the way and the firetrucks had to lay on the horn!!! Move right morons!!! I have been in the back of an ambulance and grew up with police and firemen in my immediate family. OK, off the box… Have fun!”
“Um, try being the guy that’s actually driving the engine. I need more people like her to get on their soapboxes.”
“Oh sorry, I was talking on my cell-phone and just finished editing a playlist on my ipod… I put down my big mac to light a cigarette when I dropped my lighter and my conversation started breaking up — (there’s that lighter!) — and I couldn’t hear the sirens over the sounds of “can you hear me now”. …ah, (and now!) the song I wanted to hear (boom boom!). I finally gave up on the phone call, and when I looked at my phone I noticed a text message from my roommate — apparently we were out of TP. I glanced into the rear-view mirror and noticed a pimple which held my attention for several seconds — the pimple started getting redder when suddenly I realized that it was from the lights of the fire truck approaching from behind me."
Being law-abiding and courteous, I promptly threw my half-smoked, still-lit cigarette out the window and waited for the car behind me to pull over — I wasn’t gonna let him get ahead of me — and then I pulled over.