2:30 in the morning you have a dream that you burnt the cookies (that was a nightmare, i never burn cookies). You get up and you figure out why. The whole place smells like something is burnt. You hurridly grab your glasses and clothes and head out to the kitchen. Everything is off, and put away. You start sniffing around. Bathroom, livingroom, music/computer room, iron, spare bathroom, can still smell it but you are safe.. Out to the deck and it is really bad out there.. Boyfriend says "oh must be the steel mill". You are not convinced so you go into the common hallway which has smoke all thorugh it...You hear the faint sound of one fire alarm. Up to the 3rd floor, nothing; down to the 1st floor and you see smoke comiing from #14. You call the fire dept and the condo emergency number (get a busy tone, go figure), then proceed to open every door in the building...
A thought hits you and you head around to the back of the building where said condo's widows and porch would be. TV is on but no other lights are on... You try the door to the porch and it is locked.. Feeling defeated and knowing that the fire company is on its way you head back to the front of the building where another tenant has wandered out fo the building at the sound of the main hallway alarms going off. A decision is made to pound on the door and "beep" the tennant from the front call box.. nothing. Around back again you see the porch door opening and a guy quickly extinguishing something on the stove.. At that point in time you hear the sirens and opt to wait it out in the front of the building.
So what happened?
Stupid guy comes home from drinking and decides that he is hungry. Puts food on the stove to cook and appernetly passes out. Was awoken buy neighbors pounding/ringing him and extinguishes the fire. Fire men come and figure out what happened and help get rid of smoke in building.. At 7 am everything is ok again.
Moral of this story?
I need a terry cloth bathrobe, sucks having to put on clothes in a hurry.
A thought hits you and you head around to the back of the building where said condo's widows and porch would be. TV is on but no other lights are on... You try the door to the porch and it is locked.. Feeling defeated and knowing that the fire company is on its way you head back to the front of the building where another tenant has wandered out fo the building at the sound of the main hallway alarms going off. A decision is made to pound on the door and "beep" the tennant from the front call box.. nothing. Around back again you see the porch door opening and a guy quickly extinguishing something on the stove.. At that point in time you hear the sirens and opt to wait it out in the front of the building.
So what happened?
Stupid guy comes home from drinking and decides that he is hungry. Puts food on the stove to cook and appernetly passes out. Was awoken buy neighbors pounding/ringing him and extinguishes the fire. Fire men come and figure out what happened and help get rid of smoke in building.. At 7 am everything is ok again.
Moral of this story?
I need a terry cloth bathrobe, sucks having to put on clothes in a hurry.



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