Morning
Woke up to fire alarm meet your neighbors this morning. 20 minutes barefoot on wet cement. Three fire trucks. The whole thing was actually handled quite well but there were two things that were somehow very comical:
An old woman comes out on a balcony on the second floor holding a greatly smoking pot and says to us folks waiting below, in a line, on the edge of the street: 'It was my cooking!'
Fire trucks show up and in short order we see firemen on the balcony in question picking up the pot and looking at it.
And then we all went back in.
Next time I'm bringing shoes.
An old woman comes out on a balcony on the second floor holding a greatly smoking pot and says to us folks waiting below, in a line, on the edge of the street: 'It was my cooking!'
Fire trucks show up and in short order we see firemen on the balcony in question picking up the pot and looking at it.
And then we all went back in.
Next time I'm bringing shoes.