Bob, his parents and I came home from eating dinner out and I smelled something burning as soon as I walked in the door. In fact, being a typical Dron I said “mmmm it smells like burning marshmallows”. We put the dogs in the back yard and I threw Paco in my car outside, then searched the house. Mr. Spryn found our garage filled with smoke. No fire, just smoke.
Bob called for help, and it must have been a slow night because 3 fire trucks showed up and 3 or 4 police cars.
I was excited to see ladder 3 arrive. I think of them as my work-out buddies. Several days a week at 3pm that fire truck is parked in front of my gym and a bunch of volunteer firemen are working out. I always feel safe knowing they are there if I ever go into cardiac arrest while working out hard walking rapidly and lifting 8lb hand weights.
They arrived within two minutes, maybe even sooner than that. Turns out it was just an electrical issue with the light in the garage. Neighbours lined the street and walked by to “get their mail” at 9pm. I went over to the sidewalk and met two neighbours that I hadn’t met yet- Debbie and Doug. I think they were disappointed that it wasn’t as big of a deal as all of the commotion made it seem.
