I'll tell you right now that I wasn't there for this one. If my time line is right, it happened well before I was hired. But before you go running over to Snopes on me, I stand by this as a true story. I have worked with and talked to several of those involved. So, without further adu......
As I have said before, the cops and firemen in my city get along pretty good most of the time. In fact, the patrol guys that we work with often come by the station on their breaks. A few of them often plan so they can come and eat lunch with us.
One particular officer made a habit of doing just that. He would stop by the station early in his shift, leave his money for lunch, and come back to eat lunch with the crew. He was a regular. Same routine every time. He'd come in, take off his gun belt, stretch, go the the little boys room, wash up and come sit down to eat. After the meal, he would help clear the dishes and even roll up his sleeves and wash dishes. After all were done, he would put his gun belt back on, and go forth to make the world a little better place.
This particular day, all went as normal. He came in and went about his routine. After lunch, everybody got up to wash dishes, but the firemen were just a bit slower and the friendly officer was first to the sink. He ran one side of the sink full of hot soapy water. The firemen made a chain sort of thing; one guy got the dishes from the table and set them on the counter. Next, another fireman scraped off the big stuff into a trash can and dropped the dish into the hot water. Our officer would wash them, and rinse them in the other side of the sink, and pass them to yet another fireman who would dry them. These dry dishes would then be circulated back to the front of the line and dropped into the water again, along with a pot or pan from the cabinets occasionally.
Our friendly officer admitted later that he thought there were a lot of dishes for this meal. Couldn't understand how they had used them all.
About the third round of washing, our officer is starting to think that something was amiss. He was about to look around and question when another dish plopped into the warm soapy and now dirty water. He reaches in for the last dish and comes out with......
Wait for it......
A gun. Not just any gun, his gun. A nice blued .357 it was. Accounts vary, but it was either a Colt Python, or a S&W N frame.
It must have needed cleaning.
He did not remove his gun belt at a fire station after that day.