they fucking suck especially the female firefighters they act like we owe them something for doing…read moretheir job. I cut my finger at work (deep; wouldn't stop bleeding) I didn't ask them to look at the finger or anything all i aske was, "Do you have any extra bandage ?" this bitch going to say "oh yall should have bandaids if not you're breaking OSHA" somebody is injured I thought the job was to help they fucking suck she lucky I was worried about my finger I would have spit on that bitch. It was literally a yes or no question but she just had to abuse the little power she had. Won't be needing them ever again. Not sure what department but it happened yesterday 4/7/26 at Giant on Sinclair Ln, they were the first responders to a seizure call it was the only woman that was with them she had blonde hair

From my experience the city fire department has some fantastic public servants working hard to keep…read morepeople safe. It's very easy to get cynical about city government in Baltimore but my limited experiences (never had an actual fire thank god) with these guys has been great. The first time I needed them someone at our house was having a medical emergency. They responded quickly and seemed like serious professionals when they got here. More recently we had a false fire alarm at our house and because we were not home the alarm company dispatched the fire department to see what was going on. Unfortunately they had to bust into our house but they were careful to do it in a way that caused minimal damage and did not leave the house vulnerable to being broken into until we got home. When I spoke with one of the responding fire fighters on the phone to explain the false alarm situation he was super-nice about it and not at all unpleasant about the fact that they'd wasted their time over a twitchy smoke detector.

I had the pleasure of being able to take a day off work to attend a meeting of one of the Boards…read morethat I serve on for the MSFA at the Riviera Beach Volunteer Fire Company yesterday. We held our meeting in their Hall upstairs at their Fire Station. The volunteers did an awesome job with having to "order in" since Jonathan Atkinson and Former Chief Kenny Hyde's daughter from nearby Baltimore (who apparently now own or run t/a "Coastal Construction") So excited to hear that while I was on that side of the draw-bridge that this construction company is NOW just about to honor the correct completion without questions of their renovation of the Hall Kitchen and bathrooms and bring them up to code before they finish the job at the nearby restaurant they are currently working on. It will be great to see their comapny be able to get back to their fund raising efforts. Look forward to attending BINGO one Friday night in the near future and hearing that this Career Baltimore County Firefighter and Fireman's Daughter are doing the right thing in the name of public service. It is great that they will even be removing the old bathroom fixtures and replacing them with new ones just to be kind. ...WOW!

Today, our air conditioner caused the outlet to smoke up. The house was full of smelly thin smoke…read moreand the outlet was covered in black stuff. I called the fire department (this one obviously) and explained that it wasn't a huge situation. I explained that it smelled like chlorine and that there was smoke. Three fire trucks showed up. Me and my mother and brother were standing on the sidewalk when one of the fire men, dragging the fire hose into the house, rudely shouted at us to move. Only one of the fire men actually told us what was going on. And what's worse, they went to go check out the basement and ended up RIPPING THE ENTIRE DOOR OFF OF THE HINGES! I don't understand why people don't know how to open doors. They ended up leaning the door back on the frame and they turned all of our power off. They left without telling us about the door. My father almost fell down the steep stone stairs to the basement. I understand it most likely was protocol but I don't think they had to be rude about it. I also don't think they should've ripped our door off. -Logan

We jut discovered Food Truck Friday at the Elkridge Volunteer Fire Department! (Apr 2026) About a…read moredozen vendors that vary somewhat each week. We got Catalyst Hot Dogs! Started by a guy from Jersey, making dogs, smash burgers, chicken sandwiches, fries, soft drinks, and more snacks, sides, and sweets. Their menu has ten dressed dogs, vegan dogs, and fourteen toppings for build-it-yourself requests. There are combos that save you a few dollars. We got the best Chicago Dogs in this area! Loaded with toppings. Every bite was a delight. Other vendors this week? We saw kettle corn, popcorn, Greek food, pizza, fish and chips, waffles, tacos, seafood, bbq, burgers, gelato, cupcakes, and even EC Diner! The list varies every week. For this event, the VFD is the sole beverage-seller, at good prices, as a bit of a fundraiser. We"ll becoming back for more Food Truck Fridays at the Elkridge Volunteer Fire Department!

The new Elkridge Fire Department is expansive and nicely done. They seem like they are really…read moretrying to market themselves as a place for the community to come together and enjoy events. Every Friday afternoon/evening they have Food Truck Fridays, and every Wednesday they have Bingo where you can win up to $1000. You can even buy food and drinks at Bingo. They have a pretty large meeting space, and ample parking. Bathrooms are clean. People are friendly. I can't wait to see what they do with it next.

Stopped by for COVID testing. It was a painless process. The process took less than 15 minutes…read more There is no cost for the test. Insurance is not required. Results are available within 24-72 hours. Stay safe.

The Ashburn Volunteer Fire and Rescue Department is a group of "neighbors helping neighbors" since…read more1944. Yeah, tired old cliche, but it was true then, and it's true now. It never ceases to amaze me how many people who live in Loudoun County have no idea that their tax money doesn't actually pay for career staff 24/7, let alone the equipment and apparatuses needed to save lives. So that's where we step in. We're your friends, your neighbors, your co-workers, and we're here to serve the community (and drive really fast while doing it)! Chances are, if you call 9-1-1 between 1800 and 0600 hours, the folks who will show up at your door to put our your fire, check for a gas leak, or care for you on your way to the hospital are only getting paid in personal pride for giving back to the community. Most people know that the fire station is where our shiny yellow engines and ladder trucks are quartered. Many people also know that we're a joint department - so we have ambulances as medics as well. But that's not all! Our primary Station 6 (we have two: Stations 6 and 23) serves as a bastion for the community, hosting open houses, monthly pancake breakfasts, Mother's Day breakfasts, spaghetti dinners, and our Founders Hall is often rented out for private events. Our volunteer staff go through literally hundreds of hours of book and practical training before being released as firefighters and/or emergency medical technicians. We're constantly brushing up on our skills, and during our duty crew nights you can often find us around town doing practice drills. Our people come from all walks of life - most of us have full-time day jobs ranging from consultants to construction workers to students, and everything in between. It's often like being part of a great big family. A sometimes dysfunctional one, but a family nonetheless. We mess around with each other, we argue, and we tease, but when the fecal matter hits the rotating air circulation device, we cover each other's backs and get it done, because when it comes down to it, each and every one of us is passionate about protecting our homes and our neighbors. Come on down and say hi. Ask to do a ride-along. And for the love of all that is good and right with the world, pull over when you see me tearing down the road in an ambulance with my lights and sirens on!

For my 300th review, I will write up about the firehouse. These people work hard to help out the…read morecommunity here in Ashburn. Everybody should help them out as well. Once a month they do a pancake breakfast, usually the 1st Sunday of the month. They have all the fixings. Eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, hash browns, biscuits, sausage gravy, yogurt, coffee, and juices. It's very cheap and it all goes to help the station. There is also a kiddie section for kids to do crafts. Come during December and Santa will be there for pictures. So check out their calendar every month on their website and see when the next one is. It's one less weekend meal you have to worry about. Get there early as it can get packed at times.

100% volunteer fire station staffed with non paid members who volunteer their time to keep the…read morestation in service.

The firemen and firewomen at firehouse 427 are the best! They took time out of their busy Sunday…read moreto show a couple of our cub scouts what it's like in the day of a fireman. They were very patient and kind and you can truly see they love what they do. They are extremely knowledgeable and we learned quite a bit. Lieutenant Morris and the crew really made the boys day. Their commitment to excellence in service to the community is amazing and we can all feel safe knowing they are close by and just a phone call away. Thank you all for being more than just a firehouse! You rock!!

I had a medical emergency that was beyond my capacity to manage solo. It took everything in…read moreme--physically (because I was kinda dying) and mentally (because I never ask for help)--to call "them people." But I did. The episode started the moment I stepped out of the shower. My hands stopped functioning, and I couldn't grab a towel. So yes... this whole ordeal happened in the buff. I open my eyes to hear: "Ericka! We're here to help--you're gonna be okay!" Two responders and equipment at the foot of my bed. I cried--it took everything in me to stay conscious. Then I hear another voice shouting in my ear, "Ericka! Wake up! Tell us what happened!" I go in and out of consciousness, spelling things in ASL (they didn't know ASL, but points for trying). Still naked, by the way. When I finally focus, there are seven people in my room--one incredible woman and six... let's say calendar-worthy gentlemen. Even half-blind and half-dead, I could tell I was surrounded by very fine heroes. Naturally, I was mortified. Six handsome firefighters in my bedroom and my room looked like a laundry landslide. Lesson learned: in case of emergency, always keep both clean underwear and a clean room. No makeup. No heels. No movie soundtrack. Just a team of professionals saving a delirious, sweaty, forty-something woman in waist beads. Not the fantasy I had in mind, Lord! Despite the chaos, they were calm, respectful, and compassionate. One medic, Sung, looked like a K-drama prince. Another, tatted and built like a Savannah Bananas player. Even in pain, I couldn't help but joke, "Why are you all so hot? Did you not bring any regular ones?" They handled me with care, wrapped me in a robe, and got me safely to the hospital. Two weeks later, I visited--fully clothed this time--to thank them with a gourmet autumn charcuterie spread from the farm and bakery. As handsome, friendly, and professional as they are, I hope to never see them again (under those circumstances). They saw my mess, my panic, my humanity--and still showed up with skill, empathy, and grace. Who needs Marvel or DC when you have real heroes like these? My deepest thanks--and a respectful curtsey--to the crew that saved me.