Just when I thought I’d have nothing for WordPress’s challenge this week, I lucked into an adventurous ESCAPE. No. It’s not the vacation of a lifetime, or a retreat to a fabulous spa. Those things are quite out of reach for this girl. But, I think this adventure applies.
Dear sweet mom lives this apartment building.
So you can imagine my trepidation yesterday when I heard the fire alarm blazing in the hallway. Lights were flashing, sirens were blaring and this girl was freaking out! Good ol’ mom said it was nothing and refused to take my advice when I told her we needed to leave. It wasn’t til the neighbor down the hall said he could smell smoke, that she took the evacuation seriously. Well, semi-seriously. Walking at a snails pace (which to be honest is her only pace at 90 years of age) she headed for the closet. I thought she might be disoriented and frightened, but I should have known better. I followed her into the room, prepared to carry all 102 pounds of her if I had to, when she asked, “Should I wear a sweater?” Now, I was trying to be patient and understanding, but I was starting to panic. Raising my voice a bit, I told her we NEEDED TO GO! She assured me that there was no rush and pulled out a pair of socks and her cute little white sneakers and that’s when I lost it! I mean really, woman! We’re not walking the fashion catwalk! We’re making our great escape!
Paying me no mind, she slipped on her socks and shoes and took my hand, prepared to lead me to safety. Slowly, methodically, we walked the stairway to the main level, all the while, me smelling smoke and her assuring me that there’s really no reason to panic.
This is what awaited us when we got to the front door.
Neighbors and friends looked on as the trusty firemen and men in blue braved their way into the building. I was relieved to be out on the sidewalk. Mom was telling me what a nice evening it was. We waited and waited and finally we were told it was safe to go in. WHAT? Safe? That quickly? People started to file back into the building, and I approached one of the young firemen standing beside Truck No. 16. “Is it ok to go in?” I asked. The nice young man told us it was perfectly fine. Apparently, our great escape was for naught. We were told that someone had burnt their dinner!!
I still think we did the right thing leaving, but mom was just concerned that we were missing the ball game.
I guess that old saying is true – mom’s know best. Sorry I didn’t listen, again, mom. 🙂
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