One evening about ten year ago...
I was staying in a hotel in North Carolina. The fire alarm went off, possibly due to a lightning strike, so I grabbed my beers and eeepc and sat on a bench outside. Shortly afterwards the fire engine turned up. This was very large, very red and very gleamy with all the chrome bits on it. It also bore flashing lights.
The first thing the driver did upon leaving the vehicle was open a storage compartment, remove half a dozen traffic cones, and arrange them in a straight line a couple of feet from the front of the vehicle.
I have a lot of respect for the jobs firefighters do. Not so much for the pen pusher who'd decided those cones were needed.