Most firefighters are himbos but my county’s are the most himbo-ish and I love them so much.
So I work at a locally owned pharmacy and have for the past 4 months after I finally got my pharmacy tech license. But before that, I worked at an Italian restaurant where two firefighters always came in to get calzones consistently at 12. Everyday they would step in the door and race each other to my register because who ever made it first would pay for the other.
These two full grown men would almost throw fits over trying to get me to “take my card! he pays for everything all the time so it’s only fair I do this time” and “no, no! don’t listen to him! He pays for way more so let me pay!”
This would go on for at least 5 minutes as they bickered over who would pay despite racing each other to determine who would. They always asked me who won and I learned to just shake my head and point to the guy who didn’t pay the day before.
Anyway, one day they came in calmly and were trying to find a good gift to give (I’ll calm this guy Cal) Cal’s son because it was his first Father’s Day. Cal was determined that since his son ended up basically getting him a granddaughter for Father’s Day that he had to give something to his son. So they kept asking me things I had gotten my dad in years past and I had to explain how I can’t do Father’s Day and have never gifted anyone anything. That was my first mistake. So immediately Cal and, I’ll call him Charlie, started exclaiming that “Well, I’ll be your honorary Father!” and “I can also be your honorary Father!”. Then they began bickering over who was the better honorary dad of mine. This went on until I changed jobs.
Now all that leads up to what happened today at work because I was taking a break from stapling bags of prescriptions and was roaming around the front of the pharmacy when all of a sudden in comes Cal and Charlie. They both took one look at me and yelled “My honorary daughter!” They bounded over looking like kids on the morning of Christmas and started asking how I was. Then Charlie asked what my favorite candy bar was because he wanted to get me one.
But of course Cal could not let Charlie show him up as the better honorary father so he asked if I had my driver’s license on me at the moment. When I confusedly said yes he tossed the firetruck’s keys at me then ran out the door screaming “shot gun!” Charlie was shaking his head as I handed him the keys back. He took off out the door and all I could hear before it closed was “Haha! You have to ride on top you loser.”
They eventually came back two hours later to get the medicine they were supposed to originally get and they both handed me a a 5lb bag of Sour Patch Kids each before promising to come back by and check up on me. Oh, and these guys are 48 years old and have been partner firefighters since they began as volunteers at 18. I swear if I hadn’t met their wives at their barbecues, I would have thought they were married to each other. But the reasons behind that line of thinking is a whole other story.