Not that I have any regrets about being a writer, but... I wouldn't mind being a firefighter. I could keep track of the Dalmation's spots... "I know how to count by 2's, Chief. Even 4's." I could also be in charge of cooking "Want jelly on that sandwich, fellas?" Yes, I'd be an outstanding fireman, with some conditions, of course. Like, I wouldn't actually go out and fight those dangerous blazes. You see, smoke might get in my eyes... "My contacts!" But I'm sure the fire chief would understand. I mean, somebody's got to wash the firetrucks, right? "Who took the waterhose?" Why, I could even teach CPR (I hear those mannequins are pretty cute these days)... About the only drawback to firefighting that I see is having to stay overnight at the firehouse. See, I have this favorite blanky and... "Don't suck your thumb!" What if the guys tease me... They wouldn't do that, would they? "You miss your mommy?" Now that I think about it, maybe I'll just stick to writing... or... "How much do pilots make?"
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