That’s what I said the other night while lying in bed.  I could smell something.  At first I thought it was the smoke from our neighbor across the hall who smokes a lot wafting into our place again.  But then I got up to close they window, and I thought it smelt more like someone was grilling.  That didn’t strike me as too odd, because things like that happen.  I go back to bed and tell Beth it smells like someones grilling hamburgers outside.  Shortly thereafter I hear the police sirens outside scream past on the road not far from us.  Again, that’s not unusual.

As I lie in bed, trying to fall asleep, I hear some banging around outside our building.  I hear the very squeaky main door to our apartment building open up, and what sounds like people bounding up the stairs.  At that point I grow a little concerned, and not totally certain what’s going on.  I hear a loud banging on our neighbors door.  Still not quite sure what was going on, but not to excited about it, I hear banging on our door, and before I jumped out of bed banging on the other doors in the hallway.

I go to the door, look out the peep hole.  I don’t see anything.  But while I’m looking, there was another loud banging at the door.  I jumped.  Nothing like a loud bang on the door, when you’ve got your eye up to the peep hole.  I grab a sweatshirt, and tell Beth to get up.  We grab our phones and I open up the door.  Cops.  They’re standing at the neighbors down the hall.  I hear one of them tell some people I couldn’t see it’s okay.

They turn to each other.  I hear “The people are putting some clothes on, they’ll be out in a minute.  Apparently they burnt some food.”  The other one says “You guys can go back to your rooms.  We’ll get the fire department to clear out the smoke.”

So that was not very fun.  I was tired, and the people down the hall you like to burn their food (and apparently who like to cook naked, because they had to put clothes on) kept me awake.

I’m looking forward to getting a house someday.