Speaking of poop, at one of the Fire stations, I sometimes worked at, when there was a heavy rain, the sewers would back up, and while taking a shower, you would smell something, and look down, and you are standing in about two inches, of poop, particles, suspended in water. Then the drain in the middle of the bay, would over flow with the same. Nice. As for deaths, When I worked at our central dispatch, I would dread getting a child drowning, as one year, we had quite a few. Then when I was in the combat side, death on calls was somewhat common, suicides, car wrecks, house fires, and not but a half mile from the station, one evening, there was a 2yr. old that drowned, and despite, the best of two of our best medics, he died. The Engine driver, and I were left trying to console, and calm down the Father, till his neighbor, who was a nurse, could take over. This was a Christmas eve.
J.W., just string Steve along, till after Christmas, give subtle hints of what would be a great Christmas gift, then after Christmas, tell him you have decided to go straight again.
At least till next Christmas.
Wayne
