Driving to the Sacramento Airport via Placerville/Reno stopped at a gas station. A siren blares and a fire truck screams down a nearby hill and past the gas station, full speed ahead. A crazy old lady with a walker, pointing in the direction the fire engine came from, sounding delirious, panicked and seriously concerned shouts at the top of her lungs at us:
"THERE'S NO FIRE STATION THERE! THERE IS NO FIRE STATION BACK THERE!"
I just kind of looked at her and she looked back like she wanted me to do something about it.
I'm sorry ma'am, I'll go tell that fire truck that it isn't supposed to exist.
Coincidentally I share the same fear of trucks
