Fire! Fire! uhhh huh huh...

As I approached my apartment after work yesterday, there were a bunch of fire trucks congregated around my building. I couldn't get into the parking lot, so I parked on the street and walked toward my building. Sure enough, the action was in my section of the building.

Turns out the guy that lives above me fell asleep while baking pork chops. He awoke to find his apartment filled with smoke, and a grease fire in his oven. He tried to use the fire extinguisher in the hall, but despite it having just been inspected and passed, nothing came out of the nozzle. So he called the fire department. Fortunately, the only damage was to my neighbor's oven. And my end of the building smells like burned pork chops.

Bah.