A Burning Desire To Be Inappropriate

One part of my job duties is to issue daily burning permits for my Fire Department. It’s a Monday, and the same number keeps calling and hanging up. Finally, they come through.

Me: “Fire Department, how can I help you?”

Caller: “I need a burning permit.”

Me: “Sure, let me get some information from you.”

Caller: “You issued me one last Friday.”

Me: “Okay, I can transfer the information to the new permit.”

Caller: “Sorry for calling so much. My friend thought you sounded cute and said I should ask you out. But I still need that burning permit.”

Me: “I’m flattered by the compliment, but I am already married.”

Caller: “Do you think you’d divorce him for me?”

Me: “Your burning permit is on its way to your email. Have a great day!”

I did not answer the phone for the rest of the day. My husband got a kick out of it, though!