Seems like I've been getting a little too close for comfort to the fire department lately. I was coming home from work this week and a fire truck pulled out just in front of me to go on a call. Yes, I stopped and let them out - I'm not a jerk.
But then I was heading to Chapel Hill to meet Michelle for dinner (she was in town for a training conference) and a fire truck pulled off an on-ramp just behind me.
Is this a sign or am I jinxed? Either way, I'm staying away from matches, lighters and anything flammable.
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