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As an emergency consultant I work different shifts. Last night I was working the graveyard shift (22:00 to 06:00). Now when you work this shift, you work completely alone in the building. There is one gaurd posted outside of the buildings perimeter but since you never see him it doesn't really count.
I work in the in the control room, which is a large room filled with radios and telephones. instead of wall on one side of the room is a large, thick glass pane which has a one way mirror effect. From the control room you can look out and see the fire engines and rescue unit vehicles. They, in turn, are locked in by a metal mesh roller gate and another sliding glass door.
It was turning out to be a blissfully calm night (other than one or two small road obstructions), so by around 3am I was starting to get a bit drowsy. So there I was curled up in my chair, drifting happily . . . .
And then BANG!!!
I jump and levitate a few feet before whirling to stare out of the window. A group of very, very drunk men had drove straight into the glass doors and mesh of the fire station. They then proceded to get out and scream and cry, ignoring my steady stream of insults.
So I had to call the Traffic officials and cops out. Much to my confusion these idiots then leave behind their car, their wallets and for some reason their clothes before running down the street. They were later found hiding (and freezing their asses off) in someone's front yard.
I wasn't sure whether I wanted to kill them for all the extra work I had to do or simply laugh my ass off. (I'm still giggling)
I hear about ridiculous situations like this, but I didn't really think people could be so stupidly weird
I work in the in the control room, which is a large room filled with radios and telephones. instead of wall on one side of the room is a large, thick glass pane which has a one way mirror effect. From the control room you can look out and see the fire engines and rescue unit vehicles. They, in turn, are locked in by a metal mesh roller gate and another sliding glass door.
It was turning out to be a blissfully calm night (other than one or two small road obstructions), so by around 3am I was starting to get a bit drowsy. So there I was curled up in my chair, drifting happily . . . .
And then BANG!!!
I jump and levitate a few feet before whirling to stare out of the window. A group of very, very drunk men had drove straight into the glass doors and mesh of the fire station. They then proceded to get out and scream and cry, ignoring my steady stream of insults.
So I had to call the Traffic officials and cops out. Much to my confusion these idiots then leave behind their car, their wallets and for some reason their clothes before running down the street. They were later found hiding (and freezing their asses off) in someone's front yard.
I wasn't sure whether I wanted to kill them for all the extra work I had to do or simply laugh my ass off. (I'm still giggling)
I hear about ridiculous situations like this, but I didn't really think people could be so stupidly weird
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