New York's Bravest

I ran into a neighbor in the elevator on the way out to the market this evening. Her carbon monoxide detector was going off, and she was understandably freaked out. She had no idea what to do, but she knew she shouldn't stay in her apartment.

I asked her if she had called the super. She had, and his response was, "I'll take care of it in the morning." See, Kevin works weekdays from 7 am until 3 pm, and he can't be bothered after hours. He'll call the coroner in the morning to pick up the body.

I told her to call 311 and report the leak. In the time it took me to walk to St. Mark's Market, pick up some tortilla chips, and walk back home, the fire department was on the scene.

In conclusion, the New York Fire Department: awesome. Our superintendent: douchebag.