Did I mention how a few weeks back, I heard an extremely loud explosion?

Like any rumormongering nosey neighbor, I immediately bolted for the window in a panic like any overly paranoid terrorist-fearing American would do on a Yellow day. Opening the big glass, thrusting my head out, and looking down to the left. Jumping junipers, Batmanlikenoncopyrightviolatingperson! Fire and brimstone, smoke and mirrors!

Yes, my friends, some poor guy’s old car had literally erupted into an engine fire almost directly below my apartment. While many of us merely gaggled from afar, a couple folks in close proximity leapt into action, fetching buckets and hoses. The driver was safely out of the vehicle and the blaze was extinguished.

Two minutes of yammering with strangers while wiping profuse sweat from his brow, then the 60-plus year old driver pushed the car, by himself, down the alley and into an adjacent cul-de-sac nub. After another five minutes, the police and firemen began to show up whereupon they began their task of writing up an official report, lecturing the hapless and disheveled driver, and trying to get girls’ phone numbers.

Weeks later, I snagged this for y’all due to the kindness of cineva for not removing the defunct scrapmetal.

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