Saturday, April 4, 2009

Fried Chicken and Hazmat Suits

After a very fun night of Korean Fried Chicken and Karaoke (new favorite karaoke song: Can't Fight the Moonlight from the Coyote Ugly soundtrack) I came home late to find that both ends of my street were blocked off by fire trucks. Around the corner were about a half dozen police cars all huddled together and as I parked my car the Hazmat unit and a decontamination truck pulled up with their lights flashing.

A mix of police and firefighters were all gathered on the front porch of a house about a block away. I walked over to where they were standing, expecting to be shooed away or told to step back, but no one even noticed me until I started bugging them with questions.

One of the firefighters in a very bored voice told me that they weren't sure what was going on but that there was nothing to worry about. I didn't point out to him that usually when nothing is going on the Hazmat team isn't called out, but then again I'm not the professional.

I wanted to stay out and see if anything fun might happen (and by fun I mean someone getting to put on a Hazmat suit) but I was tired and my voice hurt from singing Hungry Like a Wolf earlier in the night. I went back inside half expecting to be woken by an evacuation notice in the middle of the night.

By the time I was up the next morning everyone was gone and it was as if nothing had happened at all.

3 comments:

Geoff S. said...

Sounds like my Friday. About 15 cop cars, 2 fire trucks, HAZMAT truck and a bomb robot. 3 hours later, nothing.

A.M.S. Fisher said...

Ah, this makes me miss the old neighborhood.

Adam said...

C'mon back and visit us any time. The neighborhood misses you too.