About 9:00 this evening I was heating a cup of tea in my microwave when it started to make a strange loud noise. When the microwave stopped, I realized that the really loud obnoxious noise was the fire alarm. So I put on my coat over my pajamas, grabbed my keys, locked my apartment, and headed down those ten long flights of stairs. I realized when I was half way down, that I had left my phone behind, but decided I could survive without it. I spent about an hour with lots of my neighbors in the lobby, while firemen milled around, and more dogs than I ever knew lived in our building sniffed each other and generally looked confused. I did get to hold a friend's fluffy puppy for a while, which was very soothing. It turned out that someone on the 4th floor had set their kitchen on fire. This is only the second time in the seven years that I've lived here that I have had to go through this, and both times it was a kitchen fire, proving once again that people should eat out more.
No comments:
Post a Comment