The Policeman and the Fire Chief
Police officer Michael Fenwick was scheduled for all-night duty at the 8th District
station. He was relieved of duty early, and arrived home four hours ahead of schedule,
at 2 a.m. Not wanting to wake his wife Camille, he undressed in the dark, creeped into
the bedroom and started to climb into bed.
Camille sleepily sat up and said, "Mike, dearest, would you go down to the all-night
drug store next block and get me some extra strength Tylenol? I've got a splitting
headache."
"Certainly, honey," he said, and feeling his way across the room, he crawled back into
his uniform and ran out of the house to the drug store.
As he arrived, the pharmacist looked up in surprise. "Say," said the druggist, "aren't
you officer Fenwick of the 8th District?"
"Yes, I am," said Fenwick.
"Well, then, what in the world are you doing in the fire chief's uniform?"