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Get off my lawn, you hooligans!
So I'm in the lab, doing my labby things, when the phone rings. It's my wife.
Telling me to come pick her up at work right now (I have her car 'cause mine's in the shop). I ask if something's the matter, and she tells me that one of her coworkers had just told her that he saw smoke coming out of our apartment building.
We got home to find no fewer than eight fire trucks and two ambulances pulled up to the building. No external damage visible, but the air definitely smelled of fire. Apparently the oven had an electrical fault in the apartment one floor up and across the hall from ours. She never even uses the thing... doesn't cook a lick. The poor lady's apt was pretty much melted down to slag, and her 16 year old cat hid under the bed and died (of smoke inhalation, apparently... so it could have been worse, but still very sad).
We were informed when we arrived that no one could go into the building, all the doors had been kicked in, and all the animals had been rescued and moved into the lounge at the leasing office. We went in to check on our cats... and they weren't there. Since all the doors were wide open, we were worried they'd run off... They wouldn't let me go in to the apartment to look for them, so I stood around hoping to see one peek out a window. Eventually one of the staff went in to look for them, and when they saw someone they recognized, they both came out of the closet where they'd been hiding and we got them back.
Long story short.... er, well... less long than it could be. I'm back inside now, with two very smoky cats, in my smoky apartment with no door (man they really did a number on it--Fire Axe to the lock/latch then kicked it in... took most of the frame and a good bit of drywall with it) feeling very lucky that things weren't much worse.
Now I need to go buy some firemen (and women) a round when they get off duty. Well... as soon as I get a door, so I can leave the apartment unguarded.</pause>
Telling me to come pick her up at work right now (I have her car 'cause mine's in the shop). I ask if something's the matter, and she tells me that one of her coworkers had just told her that he saw smoke coming out of our apartment building.
We got home to find no fewer than eight fire trucks and two ambulances pulled up to the building. No external damage visible, but the air definitely smelled of fire. Apparently the oven had an electrical fault in the apartment one floor up and across the hall from ours. She never even uses the thing... doesn't cook a lick. The poor lady's apt was pretty much melted down to slag, and her 16 year old cat hid under the bed and died (of smoke inhalation, apparently... so it could have been worse, but still very sad).
We were informed when we arrived that no one could go into the building, all the doors had been kicked in, and all the animals had been rescued and moved into the lounge at the leasing office. We went in to check on our cats... and they weren't there. Since all the doors were wide open, we were worried they'd run off... They wouldn't let me go in to the apartment to look for them, so I stood around hoping to see one peek out a window. Eventually one of the staff went in to look for them, and when they saw someone they recognized, they both came out of the closet where they'd been hiding and we got them back.
Long story short.... er, well... less long than it could be. I'm back inside now, with two very smoky cats, in my smoky apartment with no door (man they really did a number on it--Fire Axe to the lock/latch then kicked it in... took most of the frame and a good bit of drywall with it) feeling very lucky that things weren't much worse.
Now I need to go buy some firemen (and women) a round when they get off duty. Well... as soon as I get a door, so I can leave the apartment unguarded.</pause>