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Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Mmm....Toasty...

So my wife and I went to hang out with some friends the other night. We ate, saw another friend play some cool music, and had a good time hanging out. We got home a little late, but not obscenely late, and went straight to bed in anticipation of the busy work day the following day.

Around 11:15-11:20 the smell began. It was a bold, heavy scent reminiscent of burnt hair. Thinking it was someone barbecuing on the patio next door, we tried to ignore it. As time went on, the smell got worse and worse, to the point where my wife was checking the stove and I was closing all of the windows. It was foul. As if someone who owned a hair salon decided to take a year's worth of clippings and sacrifice them as a burnt offering right outside our window.

Suddenly we hear a huge crash from what we think is the apartment above. This was a tad odd, however, it is not uncommon for our upstairs neighbors to periodically drop free-weights at odd hours of the night. By now it is around midnight and I was lamenting the fact that I kept getting woken up.

BANG BANG BANG on our door. The dog goes off. I jump out of bed and make it to the door only to realize that I don't have my glasses on. Without glasses, I'm as good as blind. I run back to the bedroom to grab my glasses and run back to the door. Before I open it I hear a deep voice, "There's a fire downstairs, we need you outside now!"

It was in this moment that I thought, "Oh, a fire. That's new. Never had an experience like this before." Throwing on some clothes, grabbing the dog, we run down the back stairs. Of course, being curious I have to open the door to the second floor to see what's going on. I saw firemen outside of the apartment directly below ours and smoke billowing out of the doorway. Sweet, it really was a fire!

Upon getting outside and talking to our building manager, we found out that the little old lady who lives under us (who also constantly has her tv cranked to 11 and on SoapNet) put some eggs on the stove and fell asleep. Fire's out. Go home.

Let that be a lesson to all you little old ladies out there, eggs+stove+11:30pm=DANGER!

1 Comments:

At 7/20/2007 10:54 AM, Blogger Samuel said...

you've had quite the run of interesting conversations/happenings lately. Glad no one was hurt.

 

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