Want to see a rescue squads man cry? Would you like to see him drop to his knees,bury his face in his hands and bawl like a baby or slam his fist into the side of his rescue truck? It's easy enough to do. And it happens more frequently than most of us might think. Just load yourself up with a few beers or mixed drinks and drive your family home.
Refuse to listen when your wife suggest that she drive. Assert yourself. Pay heed to your male ego. Say "Aw, heck, ah can drive bedder with a few beers unner mah belt than you can sober."Show her who's boss in the family.
Twenty minutes later you are standing in darkness on the side of the highway with broken glass and spilled gasoline at your feet. Your wife is screaming, pinned beneath jagged edges of twisted metal. Your 2- year old daughter is silent. Your 6- year old son is sprawled face down 30 feet away.
The rescue squads man smelled the alcohol on your breath as you tried to explain, and he's not very sympathetic as he pushed you aside to do his job. Then he pauses for a moment in the darkness before he turns his attention to you and the remains of your car and family.
"CONGRATULATIONS." You've made a RESCUE SQUADS MAN CRY.
