Currently out of work, fandom- and wedding-obsessed 23 year old woman. Expect to see lots of posts about wedding, job-hunting, moving across the country (MI to NY) and fandom!


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You know your evening is going to go to hell in a handbasket when you turn onto your street and see no fewer than three firetrucks parked in front of your apartment building.

When I got to the front door, there were two firemen there talking with a guy from the gas company. I asked if we were allowed to go inside and the gas guy said sure, sure - wait, what apartment did I live in? I told him and he was like "Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner" and got on his walkie talkie to tell someone that the "occupant was on her way up to the unit."

So...I pretty much ran up the stairs (my grocery bag of milk, bread and ice cream banging against my knees) to find half a dozen fire fighters crammed into my hallway, standing with the door to my apartment wide open.

Turns out there was a gas leak in my apartment. Not the building, my apartment. When the super took apart the gas hose that connects the stove to the gas pipe in the wall, we found a giant hole in the hose. As he told Billy later last night, it's a wonder we're still alive, what with the size of that hole.

I spent a good part of the evening freaking out because I couldn't find any of the cats (I think I was looking for something to focus on rather than the fact that I could have died from the gas). The firefighters all said none of them had run out into the hall, but they had also opened the window screen so one of them could come in that way (...but they did that after busting down my front door. So now I have a sticky lock and a giant dent in the door that is a little disconcerting). So I was freaking out that a cat or three had decided to make a run for the fire escape.

Coyote turned out to be hiding behind the refrigerator. Gopher...I have no idea where he was hiding. I looked into all of the usual hiding places before coaxing Coyote out, not finding him, but after I shut Coyote up in the bathroom (with the window wide open, of course - I had to leave the door to the apartment open for awhile and didn't want to risk anyone running away after the gaggle of firefighters left) I came back out into the living area and Gopher was walking across the rug.

Cricket I didn't find until everyone had left and I'd turned on the light - it was only then that I could see a faint bit of light reflecting from her eyes from underneath the far corner of the bed. She didn't come out until after we came back from dinner that night.

So at the moment we have no gas. The gas company is going to come between noon and six today, but Billy has to leave for rehearsal by 3, so who knows if anything's going to get done. He's also in class all day tomorrow, so if they don't show up by three then we're not gonna have gas again until Friday. Balogna sandwiches and hot dogs for dinner, I guess.

Oh, and ice cream. I did pick that up yesterday, after all.
  • Holy crap, what an experience!!! I'm glad that you, Billy, and the cats are okay!!
  • Good to hear that you're okay! I wonder how they found out about the leak...
    • According to the super, another resident smelled the gas and called the gas company directly. He was pissed because if they'd told him first, he would have just slipped in our window, turned off the gas, and then called the gas company, saving the fire department the trouble of breaking down our door (and him the trouble of replacing our lock).
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