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Until this past day off (night before last).
I got off work at 11PM and met BF at home. Since I hadn't eaten all day, I decided I wanted to go out. We both went out to Denny's, where we got a new waiter who did a very good job and tried his best (For a newbie, he was great!) but the fun didn't really begin until we were less then a block from our townhouse.
I was driving while BF was in the passenger seat watching the city go by when something bright and shiny caught my eye. Not the "Ooo, pretty!" kinda shiny but the "Something's not right" kinda shiny. When we got closer we quickly learned what it was; a bottle set aflame on the hood of someone's car. We pulled off at the drive next to it (I had slowed to nearly a stop since it was only 2am, no one was around) and called Emergency. Who knew Houston used a switchboard? So both BF and I are on the line with Emergency; he's talking to the police and I'm talking to the Fire Department. When we got off the phones (Thank Heaven and Hell for cell phones) he went in search of the owner of the vehicle; banging on doors and trying to talk to the locals in the apartment buildings. I waved down a cop, who blocked off the road and just stood there to watch. Now the flames have engulfed the entire hood.
It had maybe been 10 minutes at this point, but it felt like an eternity. Someone with Volunteer Fire stopped by and kept us company and helped BF search for fire extinguishers. I didn't find any, but the two of them found three, which helped control the fire a bit until the Fire Department showed up. They did their thing and the cop left. No questions or anything. Odd, I thought, but who cares right now?
BF and I hung around to see if the Chief (whom BF called Poindexter because he carried a clipboard and inspected the damage) wanted to take statements since the cop didn't. I told Poindexter that it had looked like there was a bottle when we first came onto the scene, but BF was unsure since he didn't see it himself. Sure enough, there was a bottle of somesort melted to the vehicle. Poindexter asked if we would hang around until the Arson Guy showed up. Since yesterday was my day off, we said sure. Arson Guy shows up, and talks to a bunch of people. By this time, we've found the owner of the vehicle and he's talking to her and her family. Too bad, too, since it was a nice looking little car. (Manderine Orange coloured Neon, maybe a year or two old) Arson Guy asks what we'd seen, if we had seen anyone walking around in the area (he assumed we had been walking too; BF quickly corrected him) and said after pointing out where I had seen the bottle, we were told we could go home.
BF and I gave our info (both cells and address, including work info) to Poindexter and I told him that since he and his guys where on the scene a lot faster then I had expected, I would bring them cookies. He told me the addy for their station and said to make sure Shift A got the cookies and we went home.
It wasn't too late; nearly 4am when BF and I finally got home, showered and crawled into bed. The worst thing was... there was a pile of people there, we helped them move their vehicles and it turns out BF and I were the only people to call Emergency. What's up with that?!
*Mods, if this is the wrong place for this, feel free to move it!
I got off work at 11PM and met BF at home. Since I hadn't eaten all day, I decided I wanted to go out. We both went out to Denny's, where we got a new waiter who did a very good job and tried his best (For a newbie, he was great!) but the fun didn't really begin until we were less then a block from our townhouse.
I was driving while BF was in the passenger seat watching the city go by when something bright and shiny caught my eye. Not the "Ooo, pretty!" kinda shiny but the "Something's not right" kinda shiny. When we got closer we quickly learned what it was; a bottle set aflame on the hood of someone's car. We pulled off at the drive next to it (I had slowed to nearly a stop since it was only 2am, no one was around) and called Emergency. Who knew Houston used a switchboard? So both BF and I are on the line with Emergency; he's talking to the police and I'm talking to the Fire Department. When we got off the phones (Thank Heaven and Hell for cell phones) he went in search of the owner of the vehicle; banging on doors and trying to talk to the locals in the apartment buildings. I waved down a cop, who blocked off the road and just stood there to watch. Now the flames have engulfed the entire hood.
It had maybe been 10 minutes at this point, but it felt like an eternity. Someone with Volunteer Fire stopped by and kept us company and helped BF search for fire extinguishers. I didn't find any, but the two of them found three, which helped control the fire a bit until the Fire Department showed up. They did their thing and the cop left. No questions or anything. Odd, I thought, but who cares right now?
BF and I hung around to see if the Chief (whom BF called Poindexter because he carried a clipboard and inspected the damage) wanted to take statements since the cop didn't. I told Poindexter that it had looked like there was a bottle when we first came onto the scene, but BF was unsure since he didn't see it himself. Sure enough, there was a bottle of somesort melted to the vehicle. Poindexter asked if we would hang around until the Arson Guy showed up. Since yesterday was my day off, we said sure. Arson Guy shows up, and talks to a bunch of people. By this time, we've found the owner of the vehicle and he's talking to her and her family. Too bad, too, since it was a nice looking little car. (Manderine Orange coloured Neon, maybe a year or two old) Arson Guy asks what we'd seen, if we had seen anyone walking around in the area (he assumed we had been walking too; BF quickly corrected him) and said after pointing out where I had seen the bottle, we were told we could go home.
BF and I gave our info (both cells and address, including work info) to Poindexter and I told him that since he and his guys where on the scene a lot faster then I had expected, I would bring them cookies. He told me the addy for their station and said to make sure Shift A got the cookies and we went home.
It wasn't too late; nearly 4am when BF and I finally got home, showered and crawled into bed. The worst thing was... there was a pile of people there, we helped them move their vehicles and it turns out BF and I were the only people to call Emergency. What's up with that?!
*Mods, if this is the wrong place for this, feel free to move it!
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