Dear Tacoma Fire Department:

Do you guys sit around the fire pole when you're not out saving the city and come up with ways to insult me and the mentally ill? I can think of no other possible source of your almost symbiotic stupidity.

There is a young man sitting in front of you who is a paranoid schizophrenic who may or may not have overdosed on his meds. He stumbled into the office and asked us to call an ambulance, but since then has almost been unresponsive. And what do you do? You turn around and start making cracks about my hair, which makes him more confused and distressed. But do you care? Nope.

"Is that your natural hair color?"
"Yes."
"So that's what you've looked like from the womb."
"mmmhm. The dye formed a symbiotic relationship with my hair follicles, and now I'm stuck with pink."
"Yes, she really talks like that." (THANKS BOSS :v)
"Have you been taking this guy's meds?"

I left the room.

Then, they're finally leaving, and one of them turns to me, stares, and says "You know, I used to have hair that color. Then I went bald."
"Yeah, I'm headed that way."

Har de fucking har. How dare you people. Care a little about the people you're helping and leave me alone when I'm in my uniform.