There goes the damage deposit
So I’m sitting here chatting with MiHwa around 11 last night when I hear a commotion outside. I have long since learned to ignore the other humans around here as they tend to be idiots. Harsh, perhaps but evidence will be provided.
I hear the word fire and stick my head out. Nothing. Then sirens. Sweet feathery Moses, something is on fire. An apartment in the building across the street is apparently experiencing a combustion event. All the fire alarms that I hear are never fires and now there is a fire and no alarm. Excellent…
I watch from the window silently cursing all the ‘tard drivers who figure they can muscle past the fireman who are trying to put the damn thing out. After a while I finally decide to go down and join the throngs of people watching this. “Might as well grab the camera…”
So I go out and all I really see is a lot of smoke so everything seems in order. I take a few pictures. As I’m taking the one above, this guy walks up to me. “Do you know what is happening here?”
I lower my camera and look at him completely bewildered. I’m standing next to a fire truck. There are four in total, two ambulances, tons of fireman not to mention smoke and stuff.
“That apartment is on fire” and I point at the building. “Oh wow!” Now enlightened, buddy and the girls he is with immediately run over to the building, through all the cones set up to keep people from catching on fire and right up to the smoldering balconey. They were politely escorted off the lawn by a fireman. If it were up to me, I would have turned a hose on them.
Figuring that I would likely zip myself if had to talk to another asshat, I retired to my apartment only to find that the fan in my bedroom has been sucking diesel and smoke fumes for the past half hour. Within an hour it was all over. And not one cop.
Wanna move to Hooterville?