night soundtrack: elton john honkey chateau, ted leo & the pharmacists shake the sheets, gomez bring it on, promise ring woodwater, arcade fire funeral
so the neighbor calls me while i'm at a meeting.
"is our apartment on fire?"
the phrase: shit a brick comes to mind. . . so i say
"fire?!!!" in a crowded, upscale restaurant/cocktail lounge--a pair of waiters damn near jumped out of their skin--a couple began to look around--not the kind of thing you proclaim (hooray for my lame ass!) in a crowded place. . .at least it wasn't a crowded theatre, right?
anyway my neighbor goes on to tell me that a relative had seen an apartment fire on the news and thought it was our building. . . this is a simple fact that might have been better served as a preamble to the whole apartment on fire question--it definitely changes several things. most importantly, the immediacy of the question at hand.
the moral of the story is: a proper sequencing of facts when posing a question may in fact prevent cardiac arrest.
more later
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