Me thinks this firefighter barks too much.
A friend and I made filled a picnic basket with goodies. We threw in a bag of potato chips, a couple of hardboiled eggs, some carrot sticks, a six pack of Coors (the loss from which took my father years to recover), and four sandwiches made from Strongheart dog food.
We hopped on our little bikes, peddled down to the school and presented our offering to the stalwart defenders of public property. We apologized because, given the lateness of the hour and the ingredients at hand, the best we could come up with was liverwurst. Nevertheless, we, at least, appreciated their safeguarding public property and hoped this meal, as inadequate as it was, would assist them in their endeavors.
I will never forget the smile on their faces as they punched a couple of holes in the beer cans with the included church key, and then gratefully wolfed down the food (pun intended).
It was a fond memory -- until I read your post and found out a person can get sued for such things.
"The Secret Ingredient Is Love." :)
A tearfull plea for his pay-off?
LOL. what was he tearfull for? What a whiner. he thought he had hit the jackpot and he came up empty. Great.
Hey at least the firefighter didn't get called the N-word, right Revvum Jesse?