This weekend, we put out a fire. Not just any fire, but one with 6 feet high flames!
Ryan, David, Veronica, Will and I were going in the apartment to eat cupcakes, Jamba, and watch the Olympics. We parked the car and noticed smoke behind our neighbor's fence. I remember thinking that someone must be barbecuing. Yummy.
But then we noticed it was a little too close to the fence and way too orange...
Sure enough, a plastic green garbage can was on fire. Next to it was a very scorched white fence.
We started banging on the door of the house and David tried to turn on a nearby hose. It was broken. Ryan ended up calling the police. The owners of the house came out after a bit and figured out how to turn on the hose.With our powers combined, we ended up putting out the fire. Smokey the Bear would sure be proud.
It was actually quite exhilerating even though we inhaled a ton of smoke.
30 minutes later, the fire department called. I guess the dispatcher had given them the wrong address...
I sure do feel safe here in Provo.