Yellow River

It was a late evening at the fire station, the guys and myself had just finished washing and polishing the apparatus. We sat around the table in the back of the fire station discussing several different stories of the dumb things some of our members had done in the past. Several tales were told and tons of laughter exchanged. The subject of myself having the knack of not removing the wheel choc from under the tires of the apparatus before leaving the scene came up. So did the time that John drank so much at the annual fire department banquet that he passed out in the bathroom of the VFW and had to be carried home. And the time I received Fireman of the Year and drank so much that I danced with everyone from the Fire Chief himself to the little old lady sitting in the corner. But let me tell you that bottle of GoldsLager sure was tasty, LOL. Then came the story about the time that we were at a controlled burning of an old house and our 2nd Assistant Chief had to run back to the Fire Station in the Fire Chief's truck. But when he came back the pretty red light off the top of our Fire Chief's truck...was gone. It had blown off when a tractor-trailer had gone by on the highway. Then the telephone rang.........................

Our 2nd Assistant Chief answered the phone and after a brief discussion with the caller, handed the telephone to me. I introduced myself as Fire Captain Robert Moyer, not knowing who was calling. It happens to be one of our newest members, Mark. He stated the he had dropped the pager the Fire Chief had loaned him in some water. I told him to disassemble it and dry it out as quickly as possible. We discussed how to save the pager for several minutes, but everytime I asked him how or where he dropped the pager in water, he changed the subject. So after several attempts to get him to spill his guts, I told him he would have to take the matter up with a Chief. Thus I handed the telephone back to our 2nd Assistant.

Our 2nd Assistant, Doug, jumps back on the horn, to discuss the saturated pager with Mark. I had a hunch what happened, but couldn't say for sure. Doug spoke with Mark for a few moments more and then brought forth the idea of Mark having dropped his pager in the forbidden land, the family toilet. Doug asked Mark if he had dropped it in while taking the old number two. Mark belted back though the phone line that he was simply taking a leak when the pager decided to make a jump for it. As Doug yelled out, "You dropped your pager where?" We all bust into laughter. Doug was breathless with laughter. Mark added to this historic moment again. He made it known to our 2nd Assistant that he was a moron for letting everyone know about his tragedy. Watering down company property was bad, but calling the 2nd Assistant Chief a moron was just added fuel to the fire.

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