there were a small group of residents standing outside in the light rain. I approached them and asked: "Are any of you Mr. [redacted]?"
they all shook their heads and muttered negative noises. i looked at the package and saw that the destination was a first floor suite. the security doors were propped open; because of the fire, i presume.
i went in, and walked down to suite 109. An older gentleman answered my knock.
"mr. [redacted]?" I asked loudly, to be heard over the alarm.
"i believe your building is on fire."
"actually on fire?"
"well, the top of it anyway."
"hmph" he hmphed.
I held up the package: "can you sign for this?"
and so he did, and then retreated back into his apartment.
the firetrucks pulled up just as i was rolling away towards my next call.
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