I got up this morning and went go to workout in the gym. That was fine. Very sweaty. Then I cam ehoome, showered and went to the grocery store. All well and good.
Came home to find a fire truck parked in front of my unit in the complex. When I got out of the car and grabbed some groceries, I could see our downstairs neighbors with their three boys and the the boys were getting their pictures taken "driving" the fire truck. Awwww...cute.
I'd pulled most of the groceries out and gotten them into the apartment (hello, flight of stairs!) and when I came back down for the last load, my neighbors were coming back up the walkway. I asked them if everything was okay, thinking that maybe they knew some folk in the fire department or something.
Well, no. Seems that since 10pm last night, their a/c unit had been dripping on their hot water heater and it had been smoking and giving off other rather ominous signs. They had been calling the complex emergency line since that time and NOBODY ever answered. They called the fire department this morning because, you know, fire...not so good. The fire department came and put it out but if our neighbors hadn't been home, our entire unit could have gone up in flames. The fire department has also been calling the emergency line and NOTHING. In fact, they're still out there.
Man, I so do not want to be the complex manager when the Fire Marshall finally gets hold of them...
(and thank you, God, that our neighbors were home and our apartment and cats did not end up crispy crittered.)