Camille sleepily sat up and said, "Mike, dearest, would you go down to the all-night drug store next block and get me some extra strength Tylenol? I've got a splitting headache."
"Certainly, honey," he said, and feeling his way across the room, he crawled back into his uniform and ran out of the house to the drug store.
As he arrived,the pharmicist looked up in surprise. "Say," said the druggist, "aren't you officer Fenwick of the 8th District?"
"Yes, I am," said Fenwick.
"Well, then, what in the world are you doing in the fire chief's uniform?"
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