My boyfriend is a firefighter and an EMT, so he has a key to the station house in our city. Since no one is really there at night, we used to use it as our own little hideaway.
One night after a date, we were feeling a bit frisky, so we decided to make use of the empty firehouse living room. While doing our thing on the couch, however, the fire alarm went off and we heard about three ambulances pull into the garage. We panicked, grabbed our clothes and hid in the closet with all the old, dusty uniforms.
We had to hide there while the entire police force came and got ready to answer the call. Finally, after about 10 minutes of standing completely still in the closet, they left and we got dressed, but I grabbed a little souvenir.
To this day, people always ask me why I have a fireman’s uniform in my closet.
