Friday, May 16, 2008
I was on my way home. When I saw the two big, red fire engines drive into my street, I thought, huh. When they passed me, but suddenly stopped, I thought, oh. When they backed up and I started to notice the smoke coming out of my building's driveway, I thought, Did I leave the oven on?
I didn't. But the guy living on the ground floor did (he's the one not wearing a fire fighter uniform). He was making French Fries, he told me.
I didn't actually see any flames, just some smoke and a lot of fire fighters. Too many, it seemed, as the fire wasn't really that bad. Certainly not to justify two trucks on the scene.
That's about all the damage. Well, that and what I can only describe as the smell of home-made popcorn in the stairway that's gonna be there for a few weeks to come.