Awesome, just when I was about to get cozy and go to sleep, the fire alarm went off. Not mine, I took out the battery in it because it kept going off every time I used the oven. This was the hallway fire alarms. I thought it was a very loud apartment alarm, but seemed too loud for it to be one.
At first I wasn’t sure what to make of the situation, but after I started hearing doors opening and people taking the stairs, I decided that it would be a good idea to leave too. You could smell smoke as you passed the 8th floor.
Nothing really big happened. Though I counted 4 fire trucks at the scene (4th Ave, 4th St SW). Stood around for 20 minutes before they let us back in.
But those 20 minutes of standing gave me time to think about one thing. I have a shit load a electronics to lose to a fire. I know it’s not as valuable as pets, but it’s still a lot of money. If I were to ever grab one thing, it’d be my hard drive of photos. Everything else I’ll weep about, but these photos of my family and my life are irreplaceable.
Unfortunately, I didn’t bring my camera with me to take pictures. And no…the above picture is no my apartment ;). There really anything to see anyways.
The worst part of all this was probably the climb back up to the stairs since everyone was waiting in line for an elevator. 28 floors…that’s gotta suck.
Glad to hear everything is alright.
Your rationale is like this guy’s.