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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Gross food story (whitefonted) - it happened to a customer at a restaurant a friend worked at.
Customer gets a cup of coffee with her food. She stays for hours - each time she almost finishes the coffee my friend fills her cup. Finally she gets ready to go and for the first time finishes the cup. A roach had been steeping in the coffee the whole time....
Nuthin' they could do to get that customer to ever come back....
Okay! So our carbon monoxide detector went off, and we decided not to call 911 but to air out the apartment first. Then we discovered that the neighbor's carbon monoxide detector was also going off, on the same floor as ours. So we decided perhaps it was better not to risk death by poisoning and called 911.
That was kind of a hilarious and horrible experience, but at least we know that we're not dying and that carbon monoxide detectors apparently need to be aired out sometimes to get rid of the... wait for it, carbon monoxide build up.
I thought I hears somewhere that the carbon monoxide detectors (mandated by the City of Chicago) were too sensitive and went off when they shouldn't.
Um... I forget where I heard that. So don't ignore a carbon monoxide warning because of me....
I don't even know. We just had around nine firefighters tromping around the apartment, occasionally yelling at us, and one nice guy quietly explaining what we needed to do, and then they all had to go because there was a fire.
My life. Kind of weird sometimes.
Were any of the firefighters hot, shrift?
Our neighbor gave me a chocolate chip cookie and we're all probably not going to die in our sleep tonight, so I guess that makes today a win.
Were any of the firefighters hot, shrift?
It was hard to notice while I was wrangling the cat and jumping out of their way and explaining where stuff was. Nice guy was kind of cute?
I, of course, am looking like a Sunday slob. I am just lucky I didn't have any foodstains on my shirt.
It was hard to notice while I was wrangling the cat and jumping out of their way and explaining where stuff was.
It's a pity, but you almost never get to see them in circumstances where you can determine hotness or not. Like, not only are you stressed out and jumpy and somehow perpetually in their way, but they're wearing gigantic plastic clothing. Cruel fate.
My first full-time job was at Dearborn and Grand, right next door to the fire station (the building is now Spago's). I had a co-worker who loved to stroll by the station house on her lunch break and flirt with the firemen hanging outside in between calls.