I own the most comfortable couch in all the land. Back when i moved out of the house and into an apartment it was a couple of months before my bed arrived and i didn't lose a wink of sleep thanks to this couch. And now in my house i have to admit, after getting off shift this morning, having breakfast with a business prospect, and then coming home, that cozy couch was just what i needed. Took a quick hour nap, finished paying bills, and worked out. Semiproductive day: check.
All shift long yesterday we had nothing but ridiculousness for calls. The first call of the shift was for a wreck right outside the station. We got on scene, minor damage, no one hurt, but the passengers of the car that got cut off are going on and on not about their injuries, but about their pinata in the back seat. Not kidding. They were freaking out over a pinata. Next, a 21 year old girl called 911 for a nosebleed, a mom called 911 because her 7 year old was coughing and she thought it was an ashthma attack, an elderly man called us at 430 am so we could pick him up out of his comfortable bed and put him in his recliner so he could watch tv, and last but not least we had a guy sitting on the steps leading up to his house rambling about his "broken leg":
"I'm being punked, man. You've seen the show right? Well they got me good. You know the blonde? With the big tits? Well they superglued me to the bushes and so my leg has been broken all day and it's only temporary super glue."
I took that picture in Munich cuz it looked like the guy in the sign was basically about to end his cruel existance as signage and hurl himself onto the tracks. That's exactly what i wanted to do.
"Ok, wait.. how did you break your leg again?"
"They superglued me to the bushes you moron! But it's temporary super-glue. It was that Mike guy.. Sorrentino, you know?.. That "Situation" guy.. him and Ronnie. They're the suspects"
I'm not even joking. This guy, about 50 years old, is saying the guys from Jersey Shore did this. And then the kicker:
"I just don't understand where they got a bucket of my dad's spit! Where the hell is that J-Woww bitch?! "
Alllllrrrrrriiiiiggghhty then. All i could think to myself at this point was that if we were gonna be up at 430 in the morning for this ridiculousness, atleast it was worth the price of admission. We splinted his leg, the ambulance arrived, we told them The Situation, Ronnie and J-Woww superglued him to the bushes and that's why his leg was broken. Back to the station.
Fast forward to the breakfast presentation, the couch, my nap and my workout and you arrive here. I'm hungry. I need to grab a bite. TB messaged me earlier that her and Brandi are gonna meet up to take that picture for my fridge. The internet is awesome. Tonight's $2 pints at Jack Ash's and i need my Guinness fix. A nice chill night ending to my semi-productive day. I'll take it.
