Thursday, October 4, 2012

Stop, Drop, & Roll

There I was, sitting on my bed watching Netflix when the apartment fire alarm went off. I had just finished a workout not too long ago so I was just in my workout shorts and a sports bra. You know, just hangin' out in my bra watchin' a movie. Totally normal. I peeked out into the hallway to see what was going on. Because that's normal behavior when the fire alarm is going off. Well, I saw smoke rolling out of the laundry room door. Ah, shit. Guess I better get outta here. So I went back inside my apartment, put on a sweatshirt (because it was cold out), put on some shoes, put my most prized possession in my purse (my Molly stuffed dog), grabbed my cell phone and purse and got out of there. By the few minutes it took me to do that, the smoke had gotten down to my end of the hall. The opposite end. I locked my door. In case robbers wanted to break into the burning building and steal Nate's iPad or something? I don't know.

I went outside and practically nobody is out there. So I asked the ones that were why nobody was outside.
"The fire alarms always go off here". -Him
"Oh, well, that sucks, because 3rd floor is actually on fire" -Me
"It is!?" -Him
"Yeah, did anybody call 911?" -Me
"No" -Him
So I called 911. Told them I thought the laundry room was on fire. They were there in about two minutes, flat. Turns out, it wasn't the laundry room. It was the apartment right next to the laundry room. An oven fire. A damn good one too, causing smoke like that to fill an entire hallway length as much as it did. 

Once the firemen turned off the alarm, the guy across the hall poked his head out the door and yelled "about time!", then smelled/saw the smoke, came out into the hallway and said "oh, I guess there really was a fire". Dumbass. That's why there are firealarms. You don't mess with fires, dude.

Anyway, the point of this story is that I didn't cause the fire alarms to go off. It wasn't me. For once. Good job, Ella!!

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