My really nice neighbor downstairs is making a bit more racket than normal for 2 a.m.
“Shit,” he just said as something crashed. I think he was making grilled cheese and it somehow got away from him. The smoke alarm went off, but not for very long… and when I opened my door, an odor of burnt cheese and thick smoke met my nose.
Billowing smoke is usually something I don’t stick around for, but he seemed to have things under control. This could be payback for leaving my alarm clock set to 6:30 a.m. for the four days I was in St. Louis earlier this month.