Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Dear Firemen,

the house a few doors down from me caught fire. there were three fires in my neighborhood that night. scary. makes me want to buy renters' insurance.
On Monday mornings, they clean my side of the street. On Tuesdays they clean the other side. On Thursdays they take out the trash. And on Saturdays and Sundays brunch starts pretty early. And I sleep in the room closest to the street, so Wednesdays and Fridays are the only mornings where the streets are quiet enough for me to "sleep in" past 5:00. But this Wednesday I woke up at 4:30 to your fire truck outside my window. I didn't think about the fact that one of my neighbors' house might be burning down, that someone might need my help, that my house might be in danger of burning down, that I should investigate the situation, no no. Instead I just thought about how much I hated the noise and wished it was quiet. Yeah, I rolled over, tried to go back to sleep, cursed the day I was born.



  1. I can totally relate to this, except I had a garbage truck that came every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, RIGHT outside my window. It drove me crazy. My exciting story can be found here:

  2. Hold up! Do you live on a hill!?! In SF!? That is like..AMAZING!

    i'm coming to visit!

  3. knowing me and my sleeping habits, i'm sure i would have slept right through everything...

    and like Sean, i too want to come and visit!


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