Sitting in a chick flick for a much needed girls night out and the phone buzzes with a text. Since it was 11 o'clock I knew it had to be Rob, and I knew it wouldn't be good news. Either someone in the family has died, or one of the kids is vomiting. After the kind of winter we've been having with illness, I was guessing the latter. Reluctantly I looked at the text.
"Brad is at house-Kevin needs help with PG house that exploded"
That was not even close to what I was expecting. Apparently the fire department was frantically searching for Kevin all night because they knew he has a brother-in-law that is a structural specialist for the Urban Search & Rescue that lives in Pleasant Grove. Too bad for them nobody could remember Robs name!
An old house across the street from Purple Turtle exploded (they suspect a gas leak). Rob was happy to be of service (any chance to use his training is exciting)! But there I sat in a girly movie praying that he wasn't headed into an explosion from a meth house-he doesn't keep his full gear at our house & even if he had, he couldn't use it because the call-out wasn't Federal! Once I got past that initial concern I didn't worry TOO MUCH because he is good at what he does and he's not going to put himself or others in danger.
After the mad scramble to find Rob, I bet from now on a couple firemen will know how to find him! From now on I will have to figure if Rob is texting me during a girls night out it is for death, sickness or explosion...what an odd life we lead!
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