Only YOU can prevent...

Uhhh, yeah, I'm not sure why or how I forgot to blog about this earlier when all I could come up with to blog about was the weekend's weather, but my apartment building was actually on fire this morning!

Around 10:00 a.m. the fire alarm went off. I stayed in bed because the fire alarm goes off a LOT in this building, mostly because people are bored idiots and decide that pulling fire alarms for kicks (usually at 5 in the morning) is a really good idea. Ian was sleeping in the living room, and after about 5 minutes of the alarm blaring he decided to open the door and look out into the hallway. What he saw when he opened the door was thick, hazy rank-smelling smoke filling the air. Fire! The real thing! He promptly woke everyone else up and we proceeded to get the hell outta the building. Well, first we looked for George Michael and not finding him, left him to fight it out on his own. Horrible I know, but they say you're not supposed to 'waste time' looking for your pets if there's a fire. Anyway, as we headed down the stairs to get out, (since everyone knows you aren't supposed to use the elevator) we were dismayed to find that the smokiness was WAY worse in the stairwell. It was actually hard to breathe. We ended up getting outside okay, and stood waiting with other confused, bleary-eyed tenants. A bunch of firetrucks were parked out front, lights flashing and sirens blaring. Eventually we talked to a fireman and it turned out that someone had LIT A FIRE at the bottom of the very stairwell we escaped the building from. So, we were running toward the fire when we were escaping the building. Scary.

It ended up being not much of a big deal at all, and they let us go back inside a few minutes later, but now the hallway smells of smoke and I feel even LESS comfortable about living in this place (if that is even possible).

In closing,

"What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'U-C-K'?"
"FIRETRUCK! FIRETRUCK!"