Volunteer Firefighter

Sitting at the kitchen table after dinner one night, my son-in-law
was telling us that he'd finished his training for volunteer
firefighting and was showing us his beeper. As he spoke, the beeper
let out a shrill "there's a fire" message. Bryan nearly jumped over
the table getting to the door. We watched him as he raced for the car
and sped up the block to the fire hall.

"It's wonderful to know our firemen are trained to respond
instantly," I said to my daughter. "I didn't know Bryan could move so fast."

"I hate to burst your bubble, Mom," she replied, "but the first guy
there gets to drive the truck."