I put out a fire yesterday! When I was getting my Recology bins out of my garage, I smelled what I thought was somebody's BBQ smoke. A woman passed by and then lingered in front of my neighbor Marlon's house for a moment, looking uncertain. She turned back and asked me, semi-verbally, to read a sentence she'd typed on her phone, in Spanish. I guess she was trying to do the Google translate thing?
Anyway, after a lot of fumbling around I was able to parse the sentence, but I couldn’t understand why she was trying to tell me that there was a game in the yard next door. Eventually, she gave up trying to communicate verbally and walked me over to Marlon’s, where a very small fire was blackening several bark chips on one edge of what passes for his front yard. As I was getting water to put it out, I realized that she had intended to type “fuego,” not “juego.”
The woman who had alerted me to the fire said something about a cigar, but I didn't see one anywhere near the charred patch. While we were still standing there, two women came out of Marlon's house -- relatives who have been staying there since Marlon's brother-in-law was killed. One of the women thought she recognized me, said something about working in the same building. I thought about joking that we all look alike but then thought better of it.
The woman who had alerted me to the fire said something about a cigar, but I didn't see one anywhere near the charred patch. While we were still standing there, two women came out of Marlon's house -- relatives who have been staying there since Marlon's brother-in-law was killed. One of the women thought she recognized me, said something about working in the same building. I thought about joking that we all look alike but then thought better of it.
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