She brightened. “Oh! Yes! There’s a big red mailbox at the corner!”
“Perfect,” Joe said, scribbling notes. “Now, stay calm. The fire truck is on its way.”
A few minutes later, sirens could be heard faintly in the distance.
Joe stayed on the line. “Ma’am, you should hear the fire truck approaching now.”
“Yes, yes, I hear it!” she said excitedly.
“Great! Can you step outside and wave them down?”
There was a short pause.
Then she replied, completely serious:
“…Wait… how will they know how to get here?”
Joe blinked. “Ma’am… they’re driving a fire truck.”
Another pause.
Then she asked, confused:
“…Don’t they know how to follow directions like everyone else?”
At that exact moment, Joe reportedly put his head down on the desk while trying not to laugh.
Meanwhile, outside…
The fire truck had already pulled up—right next to the bright red mailbox.