So, we're in our living room, minding our own business, when there's this sudden loud banging coming from the front door, it sounded like someone was kicking it in! Or at least banging it with their fists like crazy! I debated whether to look out of the peephole and get a description of the perpetrators for the police, but then I thought I might run the risk of being flattened, pancake-style, under the door, if they succeeded in breaking it down. When I mustered the courage to look out, I saw three very burly men out there, in dark colours, with gloves and hats and all kinds of weird things... they looked like they meant business.
My first thought - we are going to be robbed, then murdered in our beds! The next instinct was to squeal, as loudly as I could through the door - "I have already alerted the police!" Of course, I hadn't had time, but I recalled that's what you're supposed to do in order to make criminals flee.
I thought it best to run back into the living room and close the door behind us for safety, shaking and perspiring with terror all the while. Weighing the idea briefly, I thought we were far too high up to consider flinging ourselves from the nearest window. My mind was racing at a million miles per hour, I can tell you. I realised, if I did hang out of the window, calling for help, I was wearing underwear and a t-shirt only! On a very cold and wet night.
In the meantime, the men decided to shout to let us know they were the fire brigade... I looked through the peephole again, to make sure, and yep - sure enough, they had uniforms - but the terror had not left me yet, so I decided to ask for ID. They all looked at each other, at their helmets and boots, no doubt also thinking of the big red fire engine parked outside the door... I came to my senses and let them in, and explained we were convinced someone was trying to break in.
Apparently, our crazy neighbour (mad as a hatter) had told them we never hear the door, and they should really REALLY bang the hell out of that door to get our attention. She thinks this because she's crazy, and we pretend not to be in when she knocks (whole other story by itself!). So when a massive muscle-bound fireman is told to bang, I guess he really goes for it. Enough to terrify us with the almighty ruckus, late in the evening, when all is quite. We did not hear their engine coming in as we are far above the road, and they did not have their siren on.
So, it seems our ground floor neighbour (mad as a hatter lady) had reported flooding due to the torrential downpour today, and they had come up to locate the exact source of the leak...
We were very relieved to understand we weren't going to be gagged or maimed, and were happily soothed by the extremely dashing good looks of the firemen - each one more stunning than the other in fact - wouldn't have looked out of place on the cover of a GQ magazine... I think for a while, our jaws were hanging open... these guys had turned from villains to heroes in a few short minutes....
The hilarity had just begun though... our lovely neighbour who resides directly below us, came up to enquire if we were okay. She felt we must have been really frightened as she could hear our stomping feet running around frantically on her ceiling, and then of course there were the screams and squeals, and no doubt loud prayers to god in various languages... She had a really good laugh with us when we told her everything... especially at: "I've already alerted the police!" Which could probably be heard as far as the next road! She aptly described the whole thing as a Carry On movie. And I bet the firemen are laughing all the way back to the station.
So, that was tonight's bit of excitement and drama... what was your most recent kerfuffle? It doesn't have to be funny or silly - but it helps!
My first thought - we are going to be robbed, then murdered in our beds! The next instinct was to squeal, as loudly as I could through the door - "I have already alerted the police!" Of course, I hadn't had time, but I recalled that's what you're supposed to do in order to make criminals flee.
I thought it best to run back into the living room and close the door behind us for safety, shaking and perspiring with terror all the while. Weighing the idea briefly, I thought we were far too high up to consider flinging ourselves from the nearest window. My mind was racing at a million miles per hour, I can tell you. I realised, if I did hang out of the window, calling for help, I was wearing underwear and a t-shirt only! On a very cold and wet night.
In the meantime, the men decided to shout to let us know they were the fire brigade... I looked through the peephole again, to make sure, and yep - sure enough, they had uniforms - but the terror had not left me yet, so I decided to ask for ID. They all looked at each other, at their helmets and boots, no doubt also thinking of the big red fire engine parked outside the door... I came to my senses and let them in, and explained we were convinced someone was trying to break in.
Apparently, our crazy neighbour (mad as a hatter) had told them we never hear the door, and they should really REALLY bang the hell out of that door to get our attention. She thinks this because she's crazy, and we pretend not to be in when she knocks (whole other story by itself!). So when a massive muscle-bound fireman is told to bang, I guess he really goes for it. Enough to terrify us with the almighty ruckus, late in the evening, when all is quite. We did not hear their engine coming in as we are far above the road, and they did not have their siren on.
So, it seems our ground floor neighbour (mad as a hatter lady) had reported flooding due to the torrential downpour today, and they had come up to locate the exact source of the leak...
We were very relieved to understand we weren't going to be gagged or maimed, and were happily soothed by the extremely dashing good looks of the firemen - each one more stunning than the other in fact - wouldn't have looked out of place on the cover of a GQ magazine... I think for a while, our jaws were hanging open... these guys had turned from villains to heroes in a few short minutes....
The hilarity had just begun though... our lovely neighbour who resides directly below us, came up to enquire if we were okay. She felt we must have been really frightened as she could hear our stomping feet running around frantically on her ceiling, and then of course there were the screams and squeals, and no doubt loud prayers to god in various languages...
She had a really good laugh with us when we told her everything... especially at: "I've already alerted the police!" Which could probably be heard as far as the next road! She aptly described the whole thing as a Carry On movie. And I bet the firemen are laughing all the way back to the station.So, that was tonight's bit of excitement and drama... what was your most recent kerfuffle? It doesn't have to be funny or silly - but it helps!
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