Fire across the road from the weed store
There was a fire last night at the factory across the street from the medical marijuana delivery service. I heard about the fire on the police scanner… My Dad has a police scanner in the kitchen on the table, she constantly sits at the table so she can hear the police scanner; and when there is something going on, she calls her friend as well as they talk about it. My Dad yelled at me down the hall when she heard about the fire on the police scanner. I was going to drive down to the medical marijuana delivery repair to see the fire, but I mentioned it was absolutely better to stay away from the scene of the accident while they were trying to get things cleaned up. I had to do labor at the medical marijuana delivery repair the next day at 8:00 a.m. I thought things would be cleaned up by then, but the firefighters were still battling the fire as well as there was still smoke in the air as well as places where warm spots needed to be put out… The parking lot to the medical marijuana delivery repair was inaccessible because of the fire. The police were making people park around the back of the industrial center. I had to walk a pigskin field to get to labor as well. I was heated as well as warm by the time I arrived. I hate walking during the day. I guess I should not complain about the fact that I was warm as well as heated, because at least I wasn’t stuck in the middle of a fire.