sitting around the station

[ccfdfire90765]

everybody know we tell stories when we are just sitting around before or after shift or inbetween calls, what are some of your best stories or some wise experiance you can share?

[MalahatTwo7]

Now why would you be sitt'n around at the station for? Donchya know there's werk ta be dun?

[firefightinirish217]

This is gonna be a long one:

Back when I was stationed at 2 House in Dalton there was a period that we had 5 personnel on the rig (yeah, unbelievable right?) because 5 House was being built and we had their personnel at various stations. Anyway, we had this guy that was filling in for our regular driver, he was a FFII. He was the guy that got pranked and laughed at alot.

One night we went out to do some street familiarization in the Engine. The engine we had at the time was an old '89 E-one Hush with the clear plastic hubs that you could check your bearing fluid through with a red rubber plug to fill it through.

The temp driver sat in the back with me and the other FFI while another FFI was up front driving to get some hours for his FFII book and also to learn his streets for the street test. The whole time we were out ole "Duke", our Loo, was thumping the door with his boot. The temp driver, we'll call him Bob for this story, kept asking what that noise was. So we all started telling him we thought it might be a wheel bearing going out.

Well, Bob was really intimidated by the Engineer that would be oncoming the next morning, so he started freaking out about something going wrong with the engine. SO he got really nervous the whole time we were out. He started talking about how he was gonna fix it when we got back to the house, mind you, it was around 9 p.m. when this story takes place.

We get back to the house and Bob is arguing with the other FFI in the back with me that he can fix anything, the other FFI's last words were "Bob, you couldn't fix a chicken sandwich, you'd tear up an anvil!"

So on his way out of the engine, the Loo pulls the red plug out of the plastic cover and the other FFI says, "Look Bob, there's your problem right there, the plug popped out and all your fluid came out and the bearing wore out."

Bob starts panicking and wondering if he can find a place to get a new bearing, as if he could replace it himself anyway.


We all walk off and start playing some basketball, horse to be exact. We here Bob say, "Aha!! somebody took the plug out on the other side, ya'll were playing a trick on me!" The other FFI that was messing with him earlier says, "Yeah, yeah, you figured t out, good job!"

While I'm about to shoot, I hear Duke Yell, "What the $#!T have your torn up now!" We turn and look at Duke, who had just come back on full duty after having stints put in after a heart attack and he's white as a sheet looking at Bob like he's and idiot.

We all look over to where Bob is and he was trying to put the plug he had taken out back in and broke the clear plastic piece, while we were looking at him he was trying to put all of the broken pieces back together with this panicked look on his face. This put our $300,000 engine out of service and put us on a '65 ALF with seating for four. I was the junior member so I had to foolow along in a dept. pick-up if we had any calls. Anyway, Duke had a fun time trying to explain that one to the Batt. Chief. Basically as far as headquarters knew, the thing broke while we were driving around, oops!

Lesson learned from this: If you have one of those "special" firefighters, especially one that thinks he can fix things, but he really just breaks things, don't play jokes on him when it involves an apparatus he's responsible for.

[ccfdfire90765]

Now why would you be sitt'n around at the station for? Donchya know there's werk ta be dun?

haha well im not sure where your from but where im from we arn't that busy, we get good calls alot of the time and when we work we work but its not every day haha some stations run 6 or 7 a day some run 1 or 2 haha but we have fun,

one day we went to eat at a local diner we always go to and i bought a little rubber ball, little did i know i had started the biggest game at the station, it started by me throwing it at one of the guys then he threw it at another and hit him square in the face!! this started what we now know as faceball, i came back the next shift i road and they had maybe 7 or 8 balls ha,

anyone in the room is a target, anywhere is a hit, there are no outs, the game usually ends when the phone is knocked off the wall or something is spilt, ha it usually starts like this

we have 6 chairs in the living room aranged in an L shape 3 and 3, we all sit in a chair and leave one ball in the middle, when someone walks in and picks up the middle ball the game begins! an awesome way to spend down time!!

[firefightinirish217]

haha well im not sure where your from but where im from we arn't that busy, we get good calls alot of the time and when we work we work but its not every day haha some stations run 6 or 7 a day some run 1 or 2 haha but we have fun,

one day we went to eat at a local diner we always go to and i bought a little rubber ball, little did i know i had started the biggest game at the station, it started by me throwing it at one of the guys then he threw it at another and hit him square in the face!! this started what we now know as faceball, i came back the next shift i road and they had maybe 7 or 8 balls ha,

anyone in the room is a target, anywhere is a hit, there are no outs, the game usually ends when the phone is knocked off the wall or something is spilt, ha it usually starts like this

we have 6 chairs in the living room aranged in an L shape 3 and 3, we all sit in a chair and leave one ball in the middle, when someone walks in and picks up the middle ball the game begins! an awesome way to spend down time!!

HAHA, I remember hearing "It's all fun and games until someone gets an eye put out!" from our Loo all the time, we did all kinds of goofey stuff like this.

Remember when wrestlers would hit each other with chairs? We started using the bread pans and hitting each other over the top of the head in pretend wrestling matches.

Well, one day, Mark and Grant decided to play a little trick on Ole Duke, our Loo. Mark got some ketchup and put it in his hand and they ran into the bedroom with Grant chasing Mark with a bread pan. They were hollering stuff at each other like the wrestlers did and Grant hit Mark across the head with the pan and Mark hit his forehead with the hand that had the ketchup in it. Well, Duke had just come back on duty from having his heart surgery and again, he went white as a sheet, he thought Grant had laid Mark's forehead open with that pan. It's a wonder he didn't die of a heart attack with us guys down there.