Before going any further, read The Five Stages of Coping With After Midnight Calls. My apologies to Lt. Morse, Providence F.D, Rescue #1.
The Five Stages of Not Having to Cope With After Midnight Calls
"Attention Squad 212, request for medical aid at the homeless shelter, 21178 Yeager Rd. for a reported tooth-ache. Time out 02:30"
Stage #1 - Denial
The truck company captain can't believe the squad is getting up for yet another B.S. call in the middle of the night.
Stage #2 - Anger
The truck company captain is pissed - the squadies laid on the siren as they left the station, prolonging his period of sleeplessness by another 30 seconds.
Stage #3 - Resentment
"What is it with those squadies? Not only have they been using too much siren when they leave the station at night, but they have been kind of noisy when they come home. I might have to find a 'special' detail for them to do next shift"
Stage #4 - Acceptance
"What am I so pissed off about, I am only awake for 45 seconds or so 4 times a night. I'll just do the 'truckies roll' and go back to sleep".
Stage #5 - Closure
The wake-up bell does it's job and gets the truck company captain out of his rack. He scratches himself as he walks to the kitchen, clad only in his chonies and a Disneyland Fire Dept. T-Shirt. He gets his cup and heads to the Bunn-O-Matic. He stands behind the squad medic, who is making another pot of coffee. He feels pretty good and feels compelled to tell the squad medic that "last night wasn't too bad" and that he "feels pretty good".
The squad medic is making the second pot of coffee, the first being consumed by he and his partner some time after picking up the dentally-challenged tweaker at the shelter and before picking up "Pissy Pete" from behind O'Malleys.
The It takes every bit of self-control that the medic has, not to throw the fresh pot of coffee on the truck company captain.
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