That was fun...not.

[silverthorne]

Some kid pulled the fire alarm in our section of the apartments.

Had I been faster and not concentrating on 1) trying to turn my detector off (I thought maybe it was malfunctioning) and 2) getting my shorts on first, I would have been able to grab Foot and get her into the carry case before she bolted for under the bed (note for next time; grab cat THEN worry about clothes, etc). Fortunately though, there wasn't an actual fire, but it did take the FD about ten minutes to show.

Even better, we had to wait for the Dallas FD, because the Carrollton FD down the street is apparently not for us. :/ (Second note: don't expect a three minute response, because technically the FD closest to ours does not exist. Also: find out the Dallas FD number so that I don't have to bug the Carrollton switchboard and consequently get freaking annoyed.).

And yeah, my ears feel like I went to another Bon Jovi concert...except this was nowhere near as fun. But I helped the FD guys get hold of management and maintenace when they couldn't get the damn thing to shut up without completely disabling it. So that was good.

Anyhow, off to coax Foot out from under the bed.

Comments

[rebl1969.livejournal.com]

Ugh. That, along with the neighbor with the abusive boyfriend, is one thing I DO NOT MISS about living in an apartment.
Glad there was no actual fire!!

[silverthorne.livejournal.com]

Yeah. If I could afford the yearly property tax, and the bills from things like, oh, the unepected roof leak after a nasty spring storm, or the exploding AC unit (you know, all those 'little things' you have to take of on your own if you own a house), I probably would have looked closer into getting a house rather than renting an apartment. There are some in the area where the monthly mortgage payments are the same or even cheaper than the apartments in my cost range, but the other costs of upkeeping the place would have killed me. :/

Ah well; when Richie offers to marry me, I'll look again. *g*