The Klepto-Jacking

Last night our local fire department was called to an accident. Several of us responded in our private vehicles. I happened to be driving a minivan. Actually, I refuse to call it a minivan, preferring instead to call it "the fambulance." When we got the scene secured and the patient on the way to the hospital, it was pitch dark. All of our vehicles were idling in a row along the shoulder of the road. When I jumped in the van, I noticed that the right front headlight, which hadn't been working, was back on. "Neat," I thought. "Scratch that off the to-do list." I was halfway home when I realized I had taken the wrong minivan. Upon my return I was greeted by an entire squad of hooting firefighters, including the EMT whose van I had klepto-jacked. This is the sort of thing for which one receives awards at the annual banquet.

 

By Michael Perry a Firefighter / EMT in New Auburn, Wisconsin.

Mike is also the author of "Population:485 - Meeting Your Neighbors One Siren at a Time"