FIRE!

*if you have sensitive eyes, just ignore the F-word that is rampant throughout this post*

Yesterday afternoon started out as normal. Ian had a dentist appointment, so I picked him up from school. He was so excited to finally get the “chain” on his braces. (that excitement went away this morning when he woke up and realized how much his mouth hurt)

So, it was a little after 4:00 when we pulled into our driveway. I hadn’t turned the car off yet, when I noticed black smoke billowing up behind the house. It took a second to register before I realized it wasn’t someone burning leaves.

I believe my words were. “Holy fuck! That’s a fire! That house is on fire! That’s a fire!”

Then I listened and heard no sirens. HOLY FUCK! No sirens. Nobody’s called yet. Shit!

I dialed 911. Apparently, the next door neighbor had just called. I get out of the car, tell the boys to stay at the house and I run over to the burning home.

It’s a big house, 5 bedrooms and a large basement. 5 college boys live there. They’re good kids. I was terrified one of them was in the house, but thankfully no. Nobody was home when the fire started.

They got home in time to save the dogs, too. Thank God.

Anyway, I get there as the fire dept. shows up. Watching them fight this blaze was amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it so close! The fire was alive. It was hideous and beautiful at the same time.

A group of gawkers began to gather. I hadn’t seen the boys who live there yet, so I’m looking for them. I’m asking around. The looky-loos all say, “Who? Oh the frat boys? Yeah, I don’t know where they are.”

“Doesn’t anyone care where they are?”

“Well, they’re college kids, you know.”

“And what does that have to do with the price of tea in china?”

“They drink beer in their carport.”

Oh THAT explains it. Damn, I must be one lucky bitch. I can’t believe all my houses haven’t burst into flames.

At this point I’m totally incensed. What the hell is wrong with people? They stand around watching the boys lose everything to this angry fire and don’t even bother to ask if the kids are okay? Because they’re students? WTF?

I find the boys. They’re scared to death but okay. I give them my information and tell them to call or come by if they need anything…two of the boys hug me. They’re grateful to be alive. This could’ve been much worse.

If one of my boys are ever in a situation like this, I hope someone will remember that even though they drink beer in their carport, they are also someone’s son.

12 thoughts on “FIRE!

  1. I can’t believe people’s insensitivity either. Maybe they’re so blunted by all the violence in the media, they’ve stopped caring.

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  2. Wow. That’s really uncool. What’s wrong with people? Good for you for calling and getting pro-active. You can by my neighbor anytime.

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  3. How awful! I’m so glad the boys were okay.

    When I was in college, a frat house burned down across the street from my dorm. One kid died in it. It was awful. I never got used to walking past the charred remains and then the empty lot. They’ve since rebuilt, but thinking about it still makes me shiver from time to time.

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  4. People suck. I’m glad to hear the college boys and their dog is okay.

    My dad was a firefighter, eventually an arson investigator. I’ve always been fascinated/fearful of fire…

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  5. Killer, We have a cursing rule in our house…they can hear and think the worsds but can’t say, text, or type the words until they are 18 when cursing is legal. LOL

    All evidence appears to be pointing toward the coffee pot as the culprit.

    As my friend said earlier today, maybe they should stick to drinking beer in the carport. πŸ™‚

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  6. I have to tell you, when I first started reading this, I thought it was YOUR house on fire. I’m glad everyone is okay. And like Kristen said, you can be my neighbor anytime too! :~)

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  7. How lame some people can be. Beer in the carport or not, does that make it okay for them to die?? For Gods sakes it was a FUCKING FIRE!!!! I’m glad you were there and can be my neighbor anytime. We drink beer a lot….and not just in the carport.

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  8. I cannot believe that; just because they were kids. How would they feel if it was their kids that were in that situation. Sigh, what has happened to people.

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  9. House fires are scary!! My then-boyfriend (now-husband) and younger brother caught our house on fire when I was a senior at UT. The pipes had frozen and they collectively agreed to use a ceramic heater to un-freeze them. It sounded like a good idea to them at the time.

    When the UT police officer came into my lecture hall on campus, I ran to my car and promptly drove like a bat out of hell 30 miles back home.

    Everyone was okay — seriously shaken up — but okay.

    You are the BEST neighbor!!!

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