So, I was taking Zola out for a walk when I smelled smoke in the hallway leading outside. I thought it might be coming from the garbage area, but alas I didn't see anything odd.
Well...I walked Zola and came back in and was on the phone with my mom and I smelled it again...and I was walking up the stairs my neighbor came in and I asked him if he smelled anything and he did...I asked if I should call the super...
I called Pedro, our stellar super, and of course he wasn't home.
After much coaxing my mom and roommate and I decide to call 911. 3 minutes later there were 2 fire trucks speeding towards our apt.
and 1 more minute later they were running up the stairs and banging on everyone's apartment door.
they didn't find anything, but said they smelled something when they came in...and if we smelled anything again to call. they were hot.
and so not mad. I told my mom she should date the guy I was talking to and she was down.
so, I feel save. Thank you New York's Bravest.
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