Fire Trucks

Today, while eating my morning tub of cake frosting, I was interrupted by the sound of sirens. No big deal, this is Los Angeles, I hear them on almost a daily basis. I would be worried if I did not hear them regularly, that would probably mean that a zombie plague has finally invaded the city. And everyone knows zombies can’t drive fire trucks. I did not take too much time to worry about the noises from outside until I heard sirens stop right in front of the building. First thought: I hope our fire alarms work and our building is not burning down. I poke my head out on the balcony and see two firetrucks parked in front of the building. Second thought: I can’t smell smoke ever; I hope our fire alarms work and our building is not burning down. Then I notice that the firefighters are not moving with great alacrity and are entering a neighboring building. Third thought: This is not very exciting, but I will probably write about it.