Some of you may think that firemen come home in their bunker gear (that's the technical term for the stuff they wear when putting out fires, you know, the pants with the suspenders that they wear in all those sexy firefighter calendars with nothing else underneath), but that just isn't the case. That sexy bunker gear is left at the fire station.
Left there all alone with nobody to love it.
Anyway, most firemen rarely bring any of their uniform pieces home (unless their wife has a fetish) and the families of firemen don't see them wearing their uniforms any place other than at work, or when their son's 1st-grade teacher asks them to come speak for career day.
Have I deflated any stereotypes yet?
They do bring home laundry. Once in a while, firemen have to spend time at their local fire training academy brightening the minds and bodies of hundreds of young, idealistic, hopeful future firefighters.
Since this community service does not take place at the fire station, with it's professional laundry service, they bring their work duds home. Home for their barely-functioning, likes to shimmy into the middle of the room during a good spin cycle, definitely NOT Electrolux washing machine.
Have I mentioned my love of all things Electrolux lately? No? Well then.
This morning, along with my usual fare of dirty baseball pants and pink t-shirts covered in syrup, I also found a pile of navy blue items (the standard color of all things firefighter) heaped in a bundle on top of my NOT Electrolux washing machine.
I began to sort through the pile, noting the obvious dampness of the navy blue clothing items.
With each movement, a pungent odor would waft upwards and infiltrate my nostrils.
Oh yes, nothing like the smell of smoke and sweat first thing in the morning.
It was then determined, upon further investigation, that these navy blue clothing items were, of course, turned inside-out. I would have to touch them more than I wanted to. There was no way around it.
After one washing, the suspect odor was not gone. Vinegar was added to the second washing.
Currently, the third washing is taking place in more HOT water than should be used (yikes! the environment!) in my dutiful, although NOT Electrolux washing machine. I'm crossing my fingers that the third time is the charm in this case.
These, my friends, are the joys of being married to a firefighter. It just keeps getting better every day.
2001-02 Fire Training Recruit Class (Hubby is 4th from left, on the top).
Good thing he is cute too, otherwise it would just be him and the dog.
*Originally published at Stop Screaming I'm Driving, 2008.
