There I was, minding my own business when, with sirens blaring, the man who snubbed me showed up with all his buddies.
My first thought?
What is wrong with this building?
So I got the cat carrier out again and located my shoes and purse expecting to be told to flee the premises any second because while there were two fire trucks outside our fire alarm wasn’t actually going off.
So I waited…
I watched the fire guys swarm out of the trucks putting on their gear and standing on the street looking up and pointing at the building. They were pointing above me so all I could think about was that the construction crew had set the roof on fire or something.
I didn’t know what the ‘or something’ would be but I could imagine it might be pretty damned bad.
Fuckity fuckity fucking fuck fuckers!
So the fire guys and random pedestrians are all looking up and pointing and milling about and all us tenants are standing on our balconies craning our necks to see what they seem to be looking at and totally clueless about what the frick is going on…
Until one of the bystanders noticed something. A totally different building about 2 blocks away that seemed to be leaking black smoke from one of its apartments.
They got the wrong building.
Yeah…they get a call to the area and just automatically assume it is my building that is the culprit.
The manly men got back into their trucks and turned on the lights and sirens and toodled off to the actual emergency.
I am so proud of the legacy my little lodge is creating in the neighbourhood. The building that cried, “Fire!”