Fire!

I took a nap this afternoon, and was rudely awoken by the loudest fire alarms I have ever heard. I woke up confused, wondering why I had my alarm set and why it was so freakin’ loud. It didn’t take me long to figure out it was the fire alarm, so I exited the building to join the rest of the tenants in the parking lot. Then the fire trucks came. Out from one of the trucks stepped a chinese man all geared up in his fireman’s uniform. I’ve never seen a chinese fireman before… It made me wonder if this was indeed a real fire, or some sort of crazy chinese fire drill.

I’m not sure if there really was a fire, though. While the firemen were doing their thang, Mark and I walked over to Santana’s grocery store to buy some snacks. By the time we got back the fire trucks had gone. *shrugs* It was probably some stupid kollidge kid who put a pizza in the oven and then started taking hits off of his bong…forgot about the pizza…and well, you know what happens next. That’s probably what happened.

…or was it a chinese fire drill? I just don’t know.