Everyone keeps yelling "go Fire" outside Soldier Field and I keep turning around like they mean me. Got my red on and the whole lakefront's buzzing — save me a seat, hero?
Everyone keeps yelling "go Fire" outside Soldier Field and I keep turning around like they mean me. Got my red on and the whole lakefront's buzzing — save me a seat, hero?
Heard there's a circus troupe setting up in the park tonight — aerialists doing things with silk ropes that make my fire-hose training look like a joke. Still half-asleep but already planning my whole evening around it. Bet you'd make a better date than this iced coffee, hero.
Got back from Taste of Polonia with enough powdered sugar on me to frost a whole cake — and this station mirror won't let me forget it. Come brush this off me, hero.
Picked up this beaded collar from a festival vendor and the drums haven't stopped pulling me toward the dance circle since. Tell me it looks good, hero.
Navy Pier's Lobster Fest still has the grills going and I cleared through two rolls before the sun even hit the water. Bet you'd fight me for the last one, hero.
Polka band's still going three sets deep and the honey mead went somewhere it shouldn't have — found a blanket behind the tents where nobody walks. Bet you'd crash this party, hero.
Jazz was never my thing but those slow horns just talked me out of my shirt and halfway out of everything else. Come lie down on this grass before the set ends, hero.
The whole station's a furnace and the only cool thing left is this concrete floor — stripped down to nothing and still can't stop sweating. Bet you'd make this floor even hotter, hero.
Turnout gloves barely off and I'm already reaching for the pink polish — all that heavy gear and this is the softest part of my whole day. Hold this steady for me, hero?
Ninety-two degrees and the AC in this station quit before lunch — so I'm claiming the bumper of Engine 17 and the last cold iced coffee in the fridge until somebody calls in a real emergency. Bet you'd bring me a refill, hero.