As if I were having a deja vu moment, I got a text last night asking if I was at home and if I knew that there was a fire burning at the apartment complex I live at. I was in a Chinese take out place when I got the text. While driving there, I saw two volunteer vehicles going past me towards Buchanan with their lights on. I didn't pay much notice to them but then I knew why there speeding on their way.
As I approached my apartment, the block was closed off and I had to drive around. I managed to find a temporary place to park my car and I walked the rest of the way. There was a good sized crowd watching and I joined them for a little while.
Thankfully, it wasn't my building but it was the one across the parking lot from me. I looked at the building this morning and it confirmed my guess that I made last night--that it was a kitchen fire.
2 comments:
Glad it wasn't your place. That was the thing I hated most about my apartment building, no matter how careful everyone was, it only takes one dingbat to start a fire.
I'm glad it wasn't mine as well! Fortunately, the complex is moving those who live there to other available units. I two of them moving there stuff out this afternoon.
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