Chief stands outside the firehouse smoking a big, fat stogie, which puts him much more in league with his approaching visitor than he ever could have imagined. Wow. That was really homophobic. Talking in fireman language is fun! Aaaaaaanyway, a very, very, very gentle man who I am SO GLAD is not Carson Kressley in a guest-starring turn (I thought it was for a second and was appropriately horrified enough for us all...you're welcome) sashays up to the front of the firehouse and asks Chief if Mike is "around and about." Chief gives him that patented are-they-taking- over-the-whole- damn-city-or-what look I recognize from every time I walked outside the year I lived in Bensonhurst, and answers bemusedly, "Around and about? No. You two familiar?" Not-Carson-Thank-God responds that they "sure are," and asks Chief to tell "Little Mikey" that "Harry Johns stopped by." "Harry Johns"? What is that, his porn name? I mean, it's a layer more nuanced than "Harry Balzac," but not by much. Chief sneers that he'll tell "Little Mikey," and this most awkward of banter refuses to die, as Harry makes Chief promise not to forget, and then practically skips off with a wave of the hand and a cry of "Toodles." God, he's gay, we get it. Ten more seconds of this and Harry would have told Chief that he's not surprised Little Mikey is a firefighter, seeing as he's so [licks tip of pointer finger and then puts it up in the air with an accompanying "tssssss" sound] smokin'!
Tommy and Janet and the three kids (Kid One, Kid Two, and, as discussed, Red) stand awkwardly near one another in the lobby of Tommy's dad's building. They are eating ice cream and lollipops and things of a happy, prettily-colored nature. Tommy has time to quip about an approaching woman's outfit and the gay-seeming nature of a passing man (sorry, but I've already seen just about as much gay-bashing as I'm able to stomach, even though 99% of it was from me) before an elevator door opens and spits out Pa Gavin and his friend, who a girl in my office just told me is Tommy's uncle. Correct? He's the big guy. He'd probably refer to himself as "the big fella." I'm pretty sure his name is Teddy. You know who I mean. Tommy sends his kids on the way for a fun-filled day with those two grumpy old men, and as soon as they're out of sight, Tommy leans in for a quick kiss from Janet, one which she continues on with for some time. That girl is effing foxy, people. She makes me rethink my inherent desire to tell people, "Toodles."