Mostly Harmless

I decided to go see X-Men III (again) last night when the fire alarms went off. I figured, correctly, that everything would be resolved in a couple of hours and that I didn’t need to be here for that to happen.

After leisurely checking the movie schedule and cleaning my glasses I headed to my car in the underground garage. Which was where the fire had been…

I park my car about one foot away from a cinderblock wall. On the other side of that wall is a place you can store a burning dumpster, if you are so inclined.

By the time I’d arrived there was just a lot of smoke and fire extinguisher residue and water. Nothing happened to my car (yay), but now I had another reason to get out of the building: I wanted to get my car way the hell out of the way of any fire department shenanigans that might go down 6 feet to the left of my car. I drove through a smallish patch of thick smoke and out to freedom.

The X-Men did their thing. The firemen did their thing.

When I got home the dumpster had been rolled outside and the car next to mine was only slightly wetter than before I’d left — so I avoided some pesky water spots, at least. No word yet on the cause of the fire.