The firefighters in my town probably think I’m insane by now.
First, I answered the door in my pajamas when they came to give us a notice. In the middle of the afternoon.
Then, one of them watched me as I madly cycled past the station, then abruptly stopped and turned around to pick up a stray peacock feather on the ground. When he gave me a curious look, the best thing I could think to say was, “Peacock enthusiast.”
And then there’s today, when I didn’t see anyone outside the station as I cycled past, so I was loudly reciting what I plan to say to Christopher when I meet him next week. It wasn’t until I had gone through, “Trinica, what a unique name!” “Oh, thank you, Chris!” and a self-deprecating laugh, that I realized there were at least five firefighters standing right next to a truck, silently watching me as I rode past.