“I was driving a fire truck back from an all-night fire about 7 AM. This truck’s diesel mixture was a bit rich so if you sat for a while and smashed the gas, you might get smoke from the exhaust.
As I approached a highway from the residential street I was on, there were six middle school kids waiting for the school bus on the corner. As some kids do, they stand or walk in the street and refuse to move for cars. As I came to the intersection, one little prick looked at me smugly and did not move, causing me to have to go into the oncoming lane at the intersection.
I patiently waited until I could make my turn onto the highway then pressed the gas so hard on that firetruck’s diesel engine, causing a thick blob of black thick smoke to come out the exhaust which was mid truck pointed right at the kids. They were coated in thick oily diesel fumes, especially Mr. Smug, and last I saw they were halfway down the block on the sidewalk running with me on the road spewing smoke after them.
Mr.Smug looked at me with terror in his little half-developed mind…”