Sunday, October 02, 2005
"I HOPE MY APARTMENT BUILDING ISN'T ON FIRE."
Yesterday, my apartment building was on fire. As I pulled around the corner onto the street where my building is, I heard the familiar sounds of sirens that have had me pulling over the past few days due to the mountain a few miles away being all, you know, on fire. Then I realized that the fire engines making all that racket, all three of them, were parking in front of my building. So when I pulled over to make way for them, I ended up parking since they were blocking the entrance to my parking garage.
Instinctively, I looked up. And there was that familiar plume of smoke again. But this time, it was coming from the top of the building I lived in.
Long story short, the lady who has a balcony on the roof (lucky) accidentally set the roof on fire (not so lucky). And it's one of those times when you're stuck outside with all the neighbors you don't know having awkward conversations for the first time about the one thing you all have in common.
It was a few minutes of uneventful and it never ceases to amaze me how huge firemen are. I feel like I'm 12 when I see 'em.
For the record, neither Lindsey nor myself nor the starving fish in the fish tank have been harmed, having fared much better than the hundreds of birds, squirrels, and coyotes on the nearby hillside.
Yesterday, my apartment building was on fire. As I pulled around the corner onto the street where my building is, I heard the familiar sounds of sirens that have had me pulling over the past few days due to the mountain a few miles away being all, you know, on fire. Then I realized that the fire engines making all that racket, all three of them, were parking in front of my building. So when I pulled over to make way for them, I ended up parking since they were blocking the entrance to my parking garage.
Instinctively, I looked up. And there was that familiar plume of smoke again. But this time, it was coming from the top of the building I lived in.
Long story short, the lady who has a balcony on the roof (lucky) accidentally set the roof on fire (not so lucky). And it's one of those times when you're stuck outside with all the neighbors you don't know having awkward conversations for the first time about the one thing you all have in common.
It was a few minutes of uneventful and it never ceases to amaze me how huge firemen are. I feel like I'm 12 when I see 'em.
For the record, neither Lindsey nor myself nor the starving fish in the fish tank have been harmed, having fared much better than the hundreds of birds, squirrels, and coyotes on the nearby hillside.
Comments:
Well, it IS fire season for apartments.
Make sure you clear away any dry tenants and cut down any wind chimes, bird feeders and seasonal flags within a 20 yard perimeter.
PS - I thought of the greatest premise for a horror movie. Remind me to sell it to you the next time I see you.
It's GOLDEN I tells ya.
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Make sure you clear away any dry tenants and cut down any wind chimes, bird feeders and seasonal flags within a 20 yard perimeter.
PS - I thought of the greatest premise for a horror movie. Remind me to sell it to you the next time I see you.
It's GOLDEN I tells ya.
