I'm standing in the middle of a supermarket parking lot in Harrison, New York, about 25 miles

north of New York City.

And the guy who's supposed to meet here is Lake.

But when he does show up, he's easy to find.

Because he's driving a big red fire truck.

Usually, I'd like to get here a little earlier.

And like, just start prepping everything out, you know.

This is AJ Fusco.

He's a firefighter in town.

He's cooking lunch at the firehouse today.

And he's behind schedule.

He was late to meet me because he was on a call, which, of course, I understand.

But he has to answer the guys at the firehouse who are already getting hungry.

Fortunately, AJ's got a strategy.

We'll have Donnie make the guac first.

So that way, when they start getting antsy, like, oh, when's lunch, when's lunch ready,

whatever.

You have something for them to pick on and keep him quiet.

At what point, they really start getting restless at their time, you're like, one o'clock

is like, you're pushing lunch at one o'clock.

We used to work with a guy.

He just retired 12 o'clock on the dot every day.

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