Last night as I returned home from bowling, I drove past the street where the entrance to my building is and noticed three firetrucks with their lights flashing. Instantly, I was curious about what was going on. Then I started to think, what if my loft was on fire? Or worse yet, what if Simon were hurt?
I got inside the building and noticed that doors that usually stood open were closed. There wasn't a single person I could see or hear in the building, so I proceeded with caution to my door. I would briefly touch the door handles before I opened any door, just to make sure there wasn't a fire that I was about to walk into. I got inside my loft and every thing was fine. Simon was okay and I'm pretty sure he was wondering what was happening.
I went to the bottom floor to see what was going on. When I got down there, about eight firemen came out of the lower level garage and one said that a sprinkler head had busted in the garage. Not really a false alarm, but a welcome one for everyone in my building I'm sure. Shoosh... and yesterday I had just signed up for renter's insurance - how would that have looked had my place been on fire. Thank God for the small things.
+ original post date: February 11, 2004 12:00 PM
+ categories: Dwellings