Fire Alarm

This morning I walk out my front door to be greeted by a big red fire truck pulling up – sirens blasting. We both look at each other for a moment a bit confused (the driver and I). I turn around and look back at my house – to see if there were flames or smoke coming out of the roof. I turned around and saw them pull up to the house next door. As I turn onto the sidewalk, two more fire trucks rush up – full sirens and lights, pretty much blocking off traffic on the street now. But since it’s for the house next door I don’t wait around and am off to start my morning.

The thing that I love about my town/life is that 3 minutes later I happen to be walking into my early morning meeting with none other than the fire chief. And I mention the fire trucks and he tells me it is in response to smoke in the basement. I love it. I love that I’m on the inside track and can breathe a little freer knowing the scope of the call. Twenty minute later I look down my street while waiting for my bus to arrive and see that trucks had left – so no serious damage I imagine.

And as I wait at the bus stop, this little old lady pulls up, rolls down the window and asks me where Joes is. I immediately think of Not Your Average Joes, a restaurant a block away. But luckily, while I pause to process her request she continues and asks, “Where is Joes, Trader Joes?” Luckily she added that second part otherwise she would be heading in the wrong direction. I have a tendency of giving the wrong directions. Wrong in the sense I point them in the opposite direction they want to go sometimes. But not this time as it was pretty straight forward. I wonder if this counts as my good deed for the day?