Did I say "It" enough. That's it with the philosophical BS. Onto something tangible, to describe "It."
You've been there. While out with the family, your wife says, "We are out of milk." So, you head for the local grocery store, let her out of the car, and drive circles around the parking lot with the kids in the back until she emerges. Instead of dodging mini vans and blue haired ladies pushing buggies, lately my "It" has been flaring up, so I've been taking the opportunity to drive around to the C-side of these buildings in my hometown to take a look at the doors. (Hey, I've said a long time ago that there is something broken inside of me....) Anyway, while driving around I saw a few doors that would be a little difficult to force due to limited access and supplemental locks.
|Nice size up, Son!|
What surprised me was the comment from the backseat from my 8 year old. "That door has 3 locks!" I was dumbfounded. Some firemen can't even size up a door standing in front of it. Here is an 8 year old kid, sitting in the back seat of a mini-van, looking at at door through a tinted window over 30 feet away. So much for him being a rocket scientist, he's destined for the truck company....
This is where "It" took over. Moving down the building, I found an open door to the backside of a pizza parlor with a slide bolt I haven't seen before. I hop out of the van, grab my camera, and after a few minutes of begging permission from the manager to take a photo, I gave up. I explained, "I'm a fireman, I teach other firemen how to overcome locks when a building is on fire, No this isn't a surprise inspection. yada, yada yada." He wouldn't budge. He probably thought I was a thief casing the joint! Anyway, during my conversation with the manager, it seems I had forgotten my wife....
Here are the photos I got on a later date while in service on a company:
So, here is where "It" can get you sometimes. While I'm trying to gain photos to educate firemen, I've forgotten my wife so now I'm rushing back to the front of the store where she is standing with a rapidly warming gallon of milk in her hand. When I tried to explain myself, my plea for mercy was met with a roll of the eyes and a devilish grin. While I may have "It", "It" sometimes annoys my wife. Thanks for reading!