It was biological warfare at the firehouse yesterday.
I don't know what the rookie put in our lunch. Although tasty and delicious... it left all of us with some seriously dangerous gas emissions to the point where we couldn't be in the same room with each other. Heaven forbid if anyone was stupid enough to light a match because the place would have rocked off its foundation. I wanted to don our Level A fully encapsulated hazmat suit because I literally couldn't breathe. One guy dutch ovened himself. That was pretty funny.
I never realized how loud people can toot. And in so many different octaves. Yep.... we're so mature.
Life at the firehouse at its best.