Monday, March 2, 2009

The National Fire Academy

When I go to classes at the NFA I feel as though my ass has been probed by the Peruvian Soccer Team. Don't get me wrong, dorks have a place in firefighting and you might as well stick as many as you can in one place but really, is there a need for them to be so anal?

You drop one f-bomb in front of one of the instructors and he gets all nervous. He motioned me to the side and asked me to please refrain from cursing. I asked him to refrain from asking me to refrain. He look flustered and I licked my lips.

I finished the class, passed and now know less about what the feds think than ever before. But now I can join the NFA alumni group. You know, if I want to really lose any credibility with the men on the job.