I’m not a hero. I’m just a girl.
Who also sometimes happens to be a hero.
Why, you ask? Well! Well. Last weekend, I was hanging out in my apartment, doing my thing.
When I smelled smoke.
I went to my window to look outside and saw this:
There was a legitimate fire in the dumpster of the restaurant next to my building.
So I put on a bra and called 911 and ran over to the restaurant.
I rushed in the front door
And all the staff was actually already outside at that point, because they had all realized their dumpster was on fire.
There was a bunch of dudes there trying to put out the fire themselves, so they hadn’t bothered to call the fire department. After I saw the situation was under control, I awkwardly slinked away from the scene and went back to my apartment and watched the firetrucks come put the fire out with their hose.
I didn’t need accolades or attention. I knew what I had done.
Plus, I have all those medals from winning the Girlfriend Olympics already.
You’re welcome, everyone.