Hit me with your best shot.
Thumbs up ma’am. Thanks for your generous tip!
When my farmhouse caught fire in 1996, our local VOLUNTEER fire department responded. It was 10 below zero, making the battle almost impossible. (The fire won.) Whenever they have a fund-raiser, I’m there. But half-naked men, I’m really there!
Later that day as my daughter and I were coming home from an evening event, we drove past a fire truck stopped by the side of the road. Here’s our exchange.
“Mom, do you know that guy? One of those handsome firefighters just waved at you.”
Me: “No, but I think he was one of the guys I tipped today at their fundraising car wash.”
Meg: “Awesome Mom. If that’s all it takes to “know” a firefighter, when is their next car wash?”