Perhaps The Original Borderline Sociopathic Boy’s Job: Driving The Fire Truck
That’s 1926. Of course if you want really old, how about 1893?
Remember the BSBFB motoring motto: If you don’t like my driving, stay off the sidewalk.
I Was Going To Be A Spanish Firefighter, But My Dalmation Drowned
Are you allowed to have fun when you’re a firefighter? Do you have to pretend to be serious all the time, because firefighting is, after all, a very serious business? I dunno. I do know that if I was a Spanish aerial firefighter, I’d probably be fired for smiling all the time, because it looks like a stone cold blast.
(Thanks to that devotee of all things Borderline, Charles Schneider, for sending that one along)
Be Not Afraid Of Greatness: Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them
Perhaps it is presumptuous for me to say, but I understand the men on the ladder with the prybar entirely. They are my brothers.
I do not know how I’ve woken up in a world where 99 percent of the population never think to do anything but point their crummy cameraphones at whatever calamity is ongoing.
The man with the prybar is worth a thousand of them.