Two fire trucks–one a full size ladder truck–and two ambulances to haul that fat sow’s worthless, white trash carcass to the hospital. They requested the ladder truck; I’ll guess because it had some sort of specialised breathing equipment aboard. That fucking old cow worked for the state, so great health insurance, but was on medical leave, so we pay for that, too. Trying to get disability, no less. Why did she have back problems, bad legs and COPD? Maybe something to to with the 150 extra pounds of weight–all carried high like a good heart attack risk–the mounds of junk food that made up her diet, and the refusal to quit smoking. That stupid, fat fuck is costing us a fortune for a life probably not worth saving, and on top of it all, spawned a crotchfruit incapable of keeping a job picking up trash. How the fuck do you get fired from a job like that? I don’t even mean being a trash guy, driving a route. I mean driving around the grounds of a railyard in a golf cart, picking up trash and emptying garbage cans. Worthless, both of them…and we’ll go from paying his unemployment to his welfare when the cow dies, to paying to keep him in jail somewhere because he’s a human(-oid) fuck-up. Jesus H. Christ.