Monday, June 18, 2007
This morning I was lying in bed, telling myself that I needed to get up and get to work but complaining that I was so tired and no one was expecting me anywhere and the bed was so comfy and I could sleep just a little longer when BOOM! An explosion! Up I jumped! Looking out the window, we couldn't see anything out of the ordinary except a bunch of people gathering on the sidewalk and a little boy excitedly shouting, "Fire! Fire!" I threw on some clothes and went outside but by the time I got down there, there was no fire left. I spoke with the maintenance lady from our building who was putting out the trash, and she told me what happened: two manhole covers exploded open! One of them was under a car at the time, and the car was thrown off the road. There was fire coming out of the now-open holes in the ground, (although by the time I got downstairs, it was just smoke) so she thought it was a gas pipe explosion. Our street is now closed off, and there are firemen everywhere, although they don't seem to be doing a whole lot. (And their trucks have been idling this whole time! Damn energy wasters!) I don't think we are allowed to leave our building without being escorted by the firemen, as we are in the danger zone, roped off by orange (not just yellow!) tape.