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| Boy, was I at the right place at the right time!!! |
| 09.09.06 (4:22 am) [edit] |
So, I go out for a nice long coffee with my girlfriend last night. I was in my PJs already and had to work until midnight. I wouldn't normally go for coffee that late, but I was missing my boyfriend quite a bit and needed the company. I drank LOTS of joe, and didn't get home unitl around 2am.
So I finally hit the sack after three visits to the bathroom. I know, I know...what did I THINK 2 hours of coffee would get me? Anyhow...three visits, bed, sleep. I wake up for a fourth potty break at around 5am. I get up, half asleep, do my thing and head back downstairs. As I enter my bedroom, I notice a burning smell. I hate burning smells, 'cause I'm very anal about the possibility of burning to death in a house fire and when I smell things like this, I wonder if I may be dreaming or imagining things.
So, I run upstairs and I can still smell it in the kitchen. Not so much in the living room though. I go back downstairs and check the furnace...it's cold but the fan is blowing, so I assume the smell is outside. I head back to bed, but then a creepy feeling of something not right runns down my spine, and I stop and stand by the bed for a second. For some reason, I think of a wiring problem within the walls. There's NO WAY I'll be able to sleep now, unless I find out what's going on.
So I head back upstairs and open the back door. I can see over the fence and into the ally, the unmistakable orange, flickering reflection of a fire. I run to the phone but it's dead. I charge downstairs to get the other one, aware that precious seconds are ticking by and I don't know what's burning. I have a feeling that it might be a dumpster, but if that's the cause, it's a pretty big dumpster!!
My adrenaline is gushing as I dial 911 while I'm rushing outside at full speed. I get far enough to see the actual flames as the operator answers the call and connects me to the fire department. I can hardly speak, I'm shaking with the urgency of it all, and I tell the dispatcher what I see along with the address. She tells me that they are on their way, so I hang up and fly back to the house, through it and over to the neighbour's. I frantically ring the doorbell and I can see someone's shadow as they check to see who it is. They open the door and I deliver the news...."Your garage is on fire!!"
Everyone in the house is awake now and I make my way into the back yard to get a better view. It's a better view alright, but the space between the garage and the house only serves to become a resevoir for the smoke. By lungs begin to burn within minutes and my eyes water to the point where I had to leave and come home. I sat on the front step, mistakenly thinking that it would be better than going into the house, but it really wasn't. The fire SUV pulled up and the fireman got out to talk to me. He said that that was the third garage fire they've had within an hour.
Now here I am...charged with the morning's craziness. My lungs have stopped hurting so much, but they feel funny and I'm still kinda wheezy. I'm secretly glad it wasn't my house, but at the same time, pissed off at the kind of people who would do this. I went out to watch after they got the blaze put out. The garage doesn't actually look that bad...I mean, there is lots of work to be done. It's old, so it might even need to be torn down, but I don't know if the contents got damaged that badly. But then...I haven't seen the inside. From what I can tell, they likely got to it before it became a complete writeoff.
What do I need to look for adventure for? Just live in Alphabet City...it has a way of finding YOU!
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