AAAAAAAGH.
Hanging around the apartment today, cleaning and whatnot. (Okay, I was slacking and reading the boards, but, whatever.) I heard an alarm go off, but my window is open and I thought it was a car alarm. It kept on for a couple of minutes, and then I heard sirens. Sirens and alarms just aren’t all that unusual around here, but then I heard voices in the hallway and doors slamming. So I crack the door to see what’s up.
THE HALLWAY IS FILLED WITH SMOKE AND THERE ARE FIREMEN. :eek:
I slam the door and put on some pants and sandals and go out my door and down the hallway, gagging all the way. People outside, firemen, fire trucks. . . my neighbor’s oven caught on fire! FTR, he’s blind, and his sponsor was there today, giving him a cooking lesson. It’s apparently the first time they’ve used the oven, there was nothing in it. . . yet it caught on fire.
I suppose it was nothing big, as we are allowed back in the building, but. . . ugh! I’m all shaky and nervous now.