Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzin’ from it all. So, I’m in Currie, right? Just a regular Tuesday, or so I thought. I’m a firefighter, and let me tell ya, today was anything but regular.
First off, I roll outta bed at like 6 AM. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I live on Balerno Road, and lemme tell ya, the traffic on that street is a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more person on their phone while driving, I might just lose it.
Anyway, I get to the station, and the vibe is chill. We’re all joking around, you know, the usual banter. Then, boom! The alarm goes off. We get a call about a fire on the High Street. I’m like, “Great, just what I need before breakfast.”
We jump in the truck, sirens blaring, and I’m thinkin’ about how I hope it’s not some dumb prank. But nah, it’s legit. Smoke’s billowing outta this old shop. I can’t even tell what it was. Some kinda antique place, I think.
So, we get there, and it’s chaos. People are running around, and I’m just tryin’ to keep my head on straight. I see this old lady, bless her heart, standing there, lookin’ all frazzled. She’s like, “My cat! My cat’s inside!” I’m like, “Lady, we’ll get your cat, chill!” But inside, I’m freakin’ out. I mean, I love cats, but I’m not about to go in there without gear.
We suit up, and I head in. The heat hits me like a brick wall. I can barely see, and I’m thinkin’, “This is it. This is how I go.” But then, I hear this little meow. I’m like, “No way!” I follow the sound, and there’s this tiny furball stuck behind a shelf. I grab it, and it’s all claws and fur. But I’m not lettin’ go.
I get out, and the old lady is crying. Happy tears, I guess. She hugs me, and I’m like, “Okay, lady, personal space!” But it’s sweet, you know?
After that, we get back to the station, and I’m still buzzin’. But then, we get another call. This time, it’s a car accident on the A70. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?”
We rush over, and it’s a mess. Two cars, smashed up, and people are yelling. I’m tryin’ to keep it together, but my heart’s racing. I see a guy trapped in one of the cars. My stomach drops.
We work fast, cutting him out. I’m sweating buckets, and I can’t help but think about how I just wanted a quiet day. But nah, not in Currie.
Finally, we get him out, and he’s alive. Thank God! I’m feelin’ like a hero, but also exhausted. I mean, I just wanted to grab a pint at the local pub, The Currie Inn, and chill.
By the time I get home, it’s dark. I flop on my couch, and I’m like, “What a day!” I can still smell smoke in my hair. I’m too wired to sleep, so I scroll through my phone. I see a video of the fire on some local news site. They’re calling me a hero. I’m like, “Nah, just doing my job.”
But honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Currie’s my home, and I love it. The streets, the people, the chaos. It’s all part of the ride.
So yeah, that was my day. Just another Tuesday in Currie. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!