Text from roommate 7:52pm: “Our building is on fire!”
Response from me: “How serious are you?”
Shortly thereafter: Text with picture of firetruck ladder outside his window.
Um, hi, I’m freaking out, but was at Spring Awakening and there was nothing I could do from there…leaving would not stop a fire, so I texted him at intermission: “So, what’s up with the apt?”
Roommate: “Firemen r gone now but [sic]its still [sic]smoky, think it was on the floor below us”
I got home after the show to a perfectly fine, unaffected apartment in which I wouldn’t have known the difference had he not told me. I couldn’t smell anything.
Why did he feel it necessary to tell me when he was already in the apt and things were clearly fine and under control?!