Thursday night I went to bed earlier than usual since I've been tired lately. At 1:30AM the building's fire alarm went off, and naturally woke me up. Previous alarms (rare events) have been false alarms or very minor events. I waited for the alarm to go off, but it just kept going and going. Then I smelled something like burnt plastic, so I thought I'd better get up! I rarely see anyone in the hallway, but this time was greeted by what I can only describe as a 70 year old man, wearing nothing but small grey jockey's asking if I thought this might be a real fire. By the way, he had man boobs that I can only describe as strangely 'triangular'.
Well I made my way outside, and saw a heck of a lot of people that I've never seen before. And damn, was it cold. About -16 Celcius, or 3 degree Farenheit for you imperialists. I overheard that someone left something on the stove and that the firemen just needed to get rid of the smoke. I went to the coffee shop across the street, which was fairly full; some poor sod appeared to be the only person on that shift covering the counter and the drive-thru. While finishing my coffee and muffin, everyone spontaneously got up and left. I checked if I farted, but it turned out there was some signal that it was safe to go back into the apartment building.
While I was there I heard a song on the radio that is one of a few new songs I heard this past year that I liked from the first time I heard it. So here it is, the song I christen as the official song of my apartment fire (2013): Metric's Breathing Underwater
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