It can ALWAYS be worse.
May. 4th, 2009 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperEver have a day where things have gone completely in the shitter and you're all feeling sorry for yourself and the universe sees fit to remind you that yes indeed, it can always get worse?
Yeah. I was in the McDonalds on Parkside and ocean a couple of blocks from my house a little while ago and as I was scarfing down my Comfort Value Meal (nuggets, small fries, vanilla shake) I started to smell smoke. Then I started to Really Smell smoke. It was at this point that I noticed a small crowd had gathered outside in front of the laundromat next door the the McDs, and a little bit after that, someone poked their head and yelled "YO NEXT DOOR'S ON FIRE JUST SO YOU NIGGAS KNOW."
(I forget sometimes I live in the not quite gentrified ghetto. That was quite a reminder.)
I pretty much picked up my shake at this point and left, shaking my head since people were ignoring the smoke and continuing to order and eat their food. *shaking head* And yeah, sure enough the laundromat next door was pouring smoke out of its air vents and exits. Someone said one of the dryers, or rather, what was in it, had caught fire. Sure enough, the door opened a few seconds later and a guy carrying an extinguisher and wearing a gas mask, threw the still smoking bundle of now unrecognizable laundry onto the sidewalk, where everyone just kinda watched it smoulder until FDNY showed up.
Yeah. whomever those clothes belonged to? I could be that guy.
Yeah. I was in the McDonalds on Parkside and ocean a couple of blocks from my house a little while ago and as I was scarfing down my Comfort Value Meal (nuggets, small fries, vanilla shake) I started to smell smoke. Then I started to Really Smell smoke. It was at this point that I noticed a small crowd had gathered outside in front of the laundromat next door the the McDs, and a little bit after that, someone poked their head and yelled "YO NEXT DOOR'S ON FIRE JUST SO YOU NIGGAS KNOW."
(I forget sometimes I live in the not quite gentrified ghetto. That was quite a reminder.)
I pretty much picked up my shake at this point and left, shaking my head since people were ignoring the smoke and continuing to order and eat their food. *shaking head* And yeah, sure enough the laundromat next door was pouring smoke out of its air vents and exits. Someone said one of the dryers, or rather, what was in it, had caught fire. Sure enough, the door opened a few seconds later and a guy carrying an extinguisher and wearing a gas mask, threw the still smoking bundle of now unrecognizable laundry onto the sidewalk, where everyone just kinda watched it smoulder until FDNY showed up.
Yeah. whomever those clothes belonged to? I could be that guy.
