So, this happened.
I worked at home yesterday and had just sat down to eat lunch when someone rang my front door. Assuming it was UPS, I buzzed him in and stepped into my coop’s hallway.
My dog Rory ran ahead to greet my visitor and brought back…
Okay, not this particular fireman. The firefighter in my building had black hair and was tragically wearing his shirt uniform. But still —
He was smoking hot!
I said, “Are we on fire?” and he flashed a perfect smile.
Well, I was.
He explained he was conducting the building’s yearly walk-through, and proceeded to ask some questions about the basement and elevator access while he petted my dog Rory.
To soon, he was on his way. But my heart was happy. You see, the firehouse is only one block away.
Rory, it’s time to try a different walk route!