“Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh” the fire engine blared.
“It’s 8:30,” I thought as I buried myself deeper under my covers. “Why do they have to do that every weekend?”
“Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh! Beep!”
You see, I live across the street from a fire station in a small beach community. The community is very quaint and very friendly. Usually when the fire trucks are dispatched they even wait to turn their sirens and lights on until they get down the road a bit. I’m not usually disturbed by them. But each Saturday morning, around 8:30am the firemen go outside and test the horns. Why? Can’t they wait an hour?
“Wee-oh wee-oh wee-oh!”
There is no use trying to go back to sleep though. They are my Saturday morning alarm clock. Thanks firemen for making me start my day!