Tuesday, April 25, 2006
I went out to get a late lunch and there were fire trucks outside the parking garage. And one of the fireman said to watch out as the floors were slick. Slick was an understatement as there was a constant flow of water going down ever flight of stairs. And not just water, there was some funky black gunk along for the ride. I tried to find out what happening, but I'm hoping some exec parked their car on the top floor and some resentful bastard set the mother on fire.
Labels: minutia
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