At around 7pm this evening I was startled by a huge, apartment-shaking boom. Literally. The building shook. I peered out the window and could see a few people milling about, looking towards the side of our building. I ran outside to see what was happening. My first thought was that a car had hit our building, but judging by the relative non-reaction of those already outside, I knew it wasn’t anything too exciting. Turns out I was right.
What’s in there?
Oh..hmm, a bunch of dust.
Phone calls were made, theories discussed, and then these dudes showed up:
They headed down to investigate:
Off to the right of the photograph you can see our property manager discussing things with the police officer. I’m not positive but I’m pretty sure our manager demanded that they not “kick down any doors down there”, and the police officer had to settle him down, and asked him to step back. He was being very polite in dealing with our frazzled property manager.
Ok folks, you can come back in now! Turns out it was just the water boiler that provides our building’s steam heat.
I don’t think she was posing for this photo, but i hope she was, because what a pose.
I overheard our manager talking with the nice officer pictured above and here’s the jist of what was said:
Her: “Yeah, it was the boiler, good thing it’s the summer time!” Cheerfully implying that we’re lucky it’s warm out, and we don’t need our heaters as much.
Him: “Well it wasn’t my fault.” Awkwardly defensive.
Her: “What?” Confused by the reaction, she tries another attempt at good-natured conversation. “Yeah, that thing was probably 80 years old!”
Him: “Well it was checked last year, and they said it was fine.” Again, awkward and defensive.
They continued like this for another minute, her just trying to talk to another human being, him getting weird, me kind of laughing to myself.
I had just ordered a pizza right before the explosion, and the delivery guy showed up right in the thick of it all. Harrison was clogged full of firefighters and police cars, and this pizza dude just kind of walks into it all confused. Standing in the group of strangers/fellow tenants, all i could say was, “Oh, my pizza’s here.” I offered others slices of my foods but they just sort of laughed and ignored me. Jerks.