The One Time I Leave my House Without a Camera….

I got suckered into being a dancing monkey speaking english for 30-minutes to a group of 3rd graders at our library. before I left the house my hand hovered over my camera. Should I?  I decided naaah, it was just a bunch of snot turkeys little kids, and I was just going to be quick.
Well, wouldn’t you know it. As I was walking to the library I saw a huge crowd of students outside one of the dorms. Traffic was stopped (buses and cars were re-routing) and I saw a bunch of flashing lights. As I got closer I realized there was a fire or something, and all the students had evacuated the dorm, except for a few stuck on the roof of the 6-story building. I didn’t see flames or smell smoke, but the firemen were inflating one of those giant jump pads, and another guy had a lift, like a phone worker uses for fixing the top of a pole, to reach the students on the roof.
I have no idea what was going on. The students on the roof were clearly not suicide attempts or anything. (They had some red cloth and were waving it to the firemen–and the gathering crowd.) But maybe it was a dumb antic, or maybe a fire really trapped them up there. Whatever it was it would have made some great pictures. Dammit. New rule: always bring the camera.