You know what’s fun? Having the perfect excuse for being late for work. About ten minutes before I normally leave for work, I heard tons of sirens which seemed to stop right when they got near. I look out the window and there’s a plume of smoke rising from the next block, and the fire trucks have parked in the middle of Oak Street. The #17 bus has been sitting at the bus stop for 20 minutes now. I just saw them kick everyone off the bus and John is walking down the street to some other bus stop. I guess I better go join them. It was fun while it lasted.