The other night Hubs and I were outside doing yard work and a fire truck and ambulance pulled up to a neighbors house. Sadly, the first though I had was “I hope they paid their money”. See, we live in a County Island which means we have no “City of ____” police, fire, etc. If you dial the nine one one number they will respond, of course it will cost ya. You can pay a yearly fee which I believe is about $400.00 for their services. If you do not pay upfront, they will still respond at the small cost of $1,000 per truck per hour AND $100.00 per fireman per hour. If the neighbor did not pay, that phone call cost them at the least $2,500. My guess is if you don’t have the $400.00, how on earth would you come up with the $2,500.
We have not paid for the services. Maybe we should. Do I think we are immune from fire or accidents? Not in the least bit…..
When Noodle was wee bitty she would spend her days with my aunt and uncle. I remember the day like it was yesterday and still have panic attacks about it. I heard the phone ring as I was standing out in front of the shop waiting to hear the alarm beep that it was set. I figured if it was important they would call back the next day. I drove the 15 minutes or so it took to get over to pick Noodle up. I turned down the street (their house was about half way down the block) and saw a fire truck. I remember thinking “Wow, they look like they are really close to A’s house”. As I got closer I saw a group of about 20 people standing on the end of the driveway. They were at THE HOUSE WHERE I LEFT MY BABY! I honestly do not think I even turned the truck off, let alone put it in park. It was like I could not move fast enough. My first thought was “Oh No! Which baby fell into the swimming pool?”. Then I saw the stretcher by the front door. I knew (your mind play funny tricks on you when you are freaking out) then it had to be for an adult, but how did the girls (maybe 18 and 8 months old at the time) call for help? I started screaming and all those people on the driveway were just staring at me. I pushed 2 firemen out of the door way and tore into the house looking for Noodle. She was sitting on the couch looking at me when I saw her. The relief was huge but at the same time, if it wasn’t her then it was either my aunt or the baby. My aunt came around the corner and told me “I tried to call you so you wouldn’t worry when you got here….”. Turns out my aunt gave my cousin one of those orange peanut butter crackers and cousin we found out is extremely allergic to peanut products.
I don’t know what happened with the neighbor. We finished what we were doing and went inside, I didn’t want to be one of the people standing at the end of the driveway. I hope and pray that everything is ok with them, and that they paid the money of course.
You know, I think its time to suck it up and pay it myself. Sometimes you just can’t put a price on your peace of mind.