Of course we all evacuated from the building when the alarm went off. It is the second apartment fire I have experienced. The first was in 1993 when I was living in Toronto. There is something quite different from an alarm going off, and one going off when you can smell smoke stronger than something spilling on the stove. Back then, I ran out of the apartment in my pajamas and slippers and not much else. It was the middle of Winter so luckily they brought around a heated bus for us all to wait in. This time I thought to bring my keys and phone, but left without my wallet. Maybe next fire I will be better prepared as we leave (assuming there is any time to prepare). Luckily a friend of mine was coming over for dinner that night. Instead of me cooking for him, he took us out for dinner.
