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bringing in 48 with a FIRE
i couldn't make this shit up if i tried, for real.
first of all, my birthday is tomorrow, for those who were wondering. i don't plan on celebrating it for any longer than necessary, especially after today.
the girlchild and i went on a sneaker - hunting mission that was a huge success. the knight had recommended reebok DMX...very nice! now we have matching sneaks...his are black, and mine are white. :) traffic was not too bad getting there, but coming home i became very irritated. the girlchild said, "Mom, the only time I can tell you're from New York is when you're in a car." *laughing*
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we get back to the hotel, and then i left to pick up the knight from work. we were sitting in the lobby, and i hear the head housekeeper screaming from the housekeeping room, and i mean SCREAMING, for C, the young thing that works the front desk.
"WHAT?" says C, still standing at the front desk.
"You gotta come in here and help me! There's fire!"
C stands there.
i run into the HK room, and there's a fire in one of the dryers. the room is filled with acrid smoke, so i run back out to the lobby and grab the fire extinguisher. on my way back in, C's saying, "I don't know what to do!" and G, the housekeeper, says," We need to get some water!" and starts filling an itty bitty ice bucket from the fountain. i get to the dryer, which is burning briskly and emitting even MORE smoke, and pull the pin and the trigger and spray the inside of the dryer. this results in a HUGE cloud of smoke in my face, so i choke and pull my shirt up over my face and pull the trigger again. more smoke, no flames, but i know that sucker's still burning underneath.
i grab G, pull her out of the room and shut the doors. i hear C say, "What should i do??" and the knight tells her to call the fire department. ( DUH ) and she says....
are you ready?
"I don't know what number to call."
i'm standing at the doors, holding them closed because they won't latch, and thinking, oh hell NO, i did NOT just hear that!
the knight tells her, "Try 911!!!"
in the meantime, G wants to go back in there ( for what reason i know not ) and pulls the door open and scrambles in under the smoke ( which is really bad by now. ) unknown by me, SHE TURNS A FAN ON.
the alarms are blaring, the lights are flashing and i'm about ready to pee my pants.
she comes back out, and C comes to the doors to tell me she's called the fire department. she wants to open the door to see if there's fire in there. ( are you fucking kidding me?? ) NO. i tell her, no one's going in there. i'm afraid if i open the doors there's gonna be a big backdraft or something. ( maybe i watch too many movies. ) i ask her if she's called the GM, and she says no. CALL THE GM.
she calls the GM.
almost ten minutes have passed and i tell her to call the fire department again. this time, she knows to dial 911.
the fire trucks show up, the GM shows up, i let go of the doors and go get my kid and my cat. ( yes, i got the kid first. she was napping. ) the hotel is evacuated, the fire is contained ( just in time; if it had gone through the ceiling this place would have been cinders. )
apparently there may have been a butane lighter in the dryer. G had also thrown in some of her kid's clothes to be dried, so who knows. other than the fan being turned on, the firemen said everything had been handled correctly. no one was hurt ( although my chest hurts a little from the coupla lungfuls of smoke i inhaled )and they had to break a window to get the smoke out.
the GM was a wreck...omg, that poor woman. after it was over we were standing outside and she said, "I just thank god no one was hurt. This has been my biggest fear, and thank god you were here. If anything had happened to you..." and she started bawling and of course i hugged her and started bawling too.
( i really didn't think...and i don't think i did all that much or the fire would have been out. )
anyway, she bought pizza and beer, i got a free night and so did C. the maintenance guy is coming to spend the night just in case, the owner showed up and shook my hand and the knight has called to make sure my breathing's okay. ( it is. just hurts a little. ) we wiped down the lobby and i hope i can sleep tonight.
anything tomorrow is anticlimatic.
****
"The Dead Line" was rejected by Summerset Review. it was a nice rejections, as rejections go, but it was still a rejection. ( are you tired of the word "rejection" yet? i know i am. ) so it's off to find another market.
****
see? if i wrote this stuff as fiction no one would believe it. the story of my life...heh.
:)
first of all, my birthday is tomorrow, for those who were wondering. i don't plan on celebrating it for any longer than necessary, especially after today.
the girlchild and i went on a sneaker - hunting mission that was a huge success. the knight had recommended reebok DMX...very nice! now we have matching sneaks...his are black, and mine are white. :) traffic was not too bad getting there, but coming home i became very irritated. the girlchild said, "Mom, the only time I can tell you're from New York is when you're in a car." *laughing*
****
we get back to the hotel, and then i left to pick up the knight from work. we were sitting in the lobby, and i hear the head housekeeper screaming from the housekeeping room, and i mean SCREAMING, for C, the young thing that works the front desk.
"WHAT?" says C, still standing at the front desk.
"You gotta come in here and help me! There's fire!"
C stands there.
i run into the HK room, and there's a fire in one of the dryers. the room is filled with acrid smoke, so i run back out to the lobby and grab the fire extinguisher. on my way back in, C's saying, "I don't know what to do!" and G, the housekeeper, says," We need to get some water!" and starts filling an itty bitty ice bucket from the fountain. i get to the dryer, which is burning briskly and emitting even MORE smoke, and pull the pin and the trigger and spray the inside of the dryer. this results in a HUGE cloud of smoke in my face, so i choke and pull my shirt up over my face and pull the trigger again. more smoke, no flames, but i know that sucker's still burning underneath.
i grab G, pull her out of the room and shut the doors. i hear C say, "What should i do??" and the knight tells her to call the fire department. ( DUH ) and she says....
are you ready?
"I don't know what number to call."
i'm standing at the doors, holding them closed because they won't latch, and thinking, oh hell NO, i did NOT just hear that!
the knight tells her, "Try 911!!!"
in the meantime, G wants to go back in there ( for what reason i know not ) and pulls the door open and scrambles in under the smoke ( which is really bad by now. ) unknown by me, SHE TURNS A FAN ON.
the alarms are blaring, the lights are flashing and i'm about ready to pee my pants.
she comes back out, and C comes to the doors to tell me she's called the fire department. she wants to open the door to see if there's fire in there. ( are you fucking kidding me?? ) NO. i tell her, no one's going in there. i'm afraid if i open the doors there's gonna be a big backdraft or something. ( maybe i watch too many movies. ) i ask her if she's called the GM, and she says no. CALL THE GM.
she calls the GM.
almost ten minutes have passed and i tell her to call the fire department again. this time, she knows to dial 911.
the fire trucks show up, the GM shows up, i let go of the doors and go get my kid and my cat. ( yes, i got the kid first. she was napping. ) the hotel is evacuated, the fire is contained ( just in time; if it had gone through the ceiling this place would have been cinders. )
apparently there may have been a butane lighter in the dryer. G had also thrown in some of her kid's clothes to be dried, so who knows. other than the fan being turned on, the firemen said everything had been handled correctly. no one was hurt ( although my chest hurts a little from the coupla lungfuls of smoke i inhaled )and they had to break a window to get the smoke out.
the GM was a wreck...omg, that poor woman. after it was over we were standing outside and she said, "I just thank god no one was hurt. This has been my biggest fear, and thank god you were here. If anything had happened to you..." and she started bawling and of course i hugged her and started bawling too.
( i really didn't think...and i don't think i did all that much or the fire would have been out. )
anyway, she bought pizza and beer, i got a free night and so did C. the maintenance guy is coming to spend the night just in case, the owner showed up and shook my hand and the knight has called to make sure my breathing's okay. ( it is. just hurts a little. ) we wiped down the lobby and i hope i can sleep tonight.
anything tomorrow is anticlimatic.
****
"The Dead Line" was rejected by Summerset Review. it was a nice rejections, as rejections go, but it was still a rejection. ( are you tired of the word "rejection" yet? i know i am. ) so it's off to find another market.
****
see? if i wrote this stuff as fiction no one would believe it. the story of my life...heh.
:)
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