Firefighters Owe Me Stickers

Every time I see firefighters, I force myself to ask for stickers.
I force myself to do this because if I don't, then who tf will. I'm just reminding them that these stickers are still desired. Little kids no longer look at firefighters and think they're cool enough to want a whole ass firefighter sticker anymore. And if no one is asking these brave, handsome, and strong firefighters for their stickers, they're going to come to the conclusion that these stickers are useless and will no longer carry a stack of them around. So honestly, me doing this is lowk just me doing society a huge favor.

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