I've written her off as a whacker, a cop wannabe, a police poseur, one of those ham radio weirdos with the homemade uniform (think Trekkie) who rushes to the scenes of car wrecks and waves the flashlight (with the attached red cone) in order to experience orgasms she can't get anywhere else.
They're also the glamour whores, the types who sign on to be a First Responder or in the Rescue Squad, etc, the first ones to bail when they discover that instead of a lot of face time on the 6 O'clock News, (she's a Hero, dammit!) they spend a lot of time hosing blood off the roadway.
I bet this putz has more lights on her Chevette than any fire engine on Earth.
I see from your link that whackers have to do with fire departments, primarily volunteer. My son’s a fireman back in Virginia... says he’s living his dream! (Which also includes my DIL and granddaughter!) (My stepson’s got the other two grandkids!)