Fire in the hole

Last night, the peace and quiet of my wonderful abode was disturbed by a fire alarm and the smell of smoke coming from next door. Accustomed as I am to cockpit alarm bells and horns ringing, and a requirement to solve the problem in order to have them cease and desist, I grabbed my goodies (e.g. wallet, keys, glasses and shoes) and hit the road.

Yeah, yeah, I know. That didn’t stop any warning bells or sirens, but what the hell, I don’t fly any more either.

Truth be told, I didn’t hit the road forthwith.

I felt my door to try and determine if it was warm or hot to the touch. Ditto the doorknob. Nope. Check.

Back to collect the above-mentioned wallet, keys, glasses, shoes and, oh yeah, a pair of long pants. Check.

The nights are cool up here now.

Close open windows. Check.

Feel the door for heat one more time, open it and stick my head out. Check.

HOLY SHIT!

The floor is full of smoke!

Look left. Good to go that way. Check.

Look right. Some guy has a couple of fire extinguishers in hand and is battling a bright orange glow coming from an open door. Check. And…

Fuck that!

I exit post haste, close my door behind me and head left down the stairs and out the fucking door. Check.

2 thoughts on “Fire in the hole

  1. No one was hurt or injured. Damages were about C$50 or 60 thousand to the place – not mine.

    Let me tell you, when I saw that bright orange glow in the dimly-lit hallway, I didn’t think the building would survive. Thanks to “the guy”, it did and there was no need to call my insurance agent.

    “The guy” emptied two fire extinguishers on the blaze, which was apparently started by a short in a freezer motor. By the time the FD arrived, the blaze was out. I couldn’t believe it.

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