Hazel got a new apartment, an apartment I am desperately jealous of. It's old and oddly shaped and had the greatest bathroom I may have ever seen, other than the fact that the toilet paper dispenser is directly behind the toilet. Inconvienent, that is. But during the tour of her new digs, we had this conversation.
Hazel: And that's my fire escape.
Me: Ew. That would freak me out. Especially since it's in the bedroom.
Hazel: What? Why would that freak you out? Fire Escapes are cool! I'm excited to have one.
Me: I would just be super paranoid of someone crawling up one. you know, while I was sleeping.
Hazel: Aw, no. it's ok. There's a giant gate and fence at the bottom. no one's getting past that thing.
Me: So...if there's actually a fire you get trapped in a gated area?
Hazel: What? No, dude. there's a key. Wait. I think there's a key. There better be a key!
And I discovered something to be happy about while living in my parents' house. I will most likely not die crushed/burned to death against a small gated area, overlooking freedom but unable to obtain it.
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