We ran the wheels off our engine yesterday. 8 calls before 12N. We decided to splurge and get crab legs for dinner. Figures. I cooked up a decent meal of some gigantic crab legs, roasted potatoes, corn on the cob and broccoli. Cooked for a good hour and half. The rescue ran a call but was back before we put dinner on the table. And as sure as it usually does... the 5 of us sat down and the bell went off. Medical call for the engine, was easily helped into the rescue and we were on our way back when.... "respond to a gas leak at Memorial and X St." Well, so much for the crab leg dinner. A construction crew hit both a gas main and a water line. Loud. Very Loud.
So we evacuated everyone in the proximity and stood by til the Gas Dept could get there. And we waited. Some more gas dept supervisors showed up and said it be a little bit longer. And we waited. The whole time copious amounts of natural gas blasting in the air. It was quite a spectacle. Gas breaks aren't hard calls. Potentially dangerous, but generally we stand by to make sure no one lights themselves off.
Ignorant citizens never cease to amaze me. Hundreds of feet of yellow "do not cross" tape is stretched all over the place and people walk under them, cars drive through them, etc. And these folks get mad at us for inconveniencing them. Oh gee... sorry... and whose fault will it be when you blow up?
But the good guys on the HazMat truck got us some drinks. After 2.5 hours, the Bat. Chief called another engine to relief us for a bit. By this time it was 2230, I wasn't hungry... just wanted to shower and go to bed. Face was burning from the gas in the air and a shower sounded heavenly. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say sounded? I couldn't hear a thing. We ran another couple of calls through the night. It was one busy day.
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