it wasn’t the police tape, the dozen officers standing down the block, the ambulance or the even helicopter and tv crew that made me pause before entering into the building. it was the billowing cloud of smoke rising a few hundred yards away from the chaos that made me ponder…perhaps this isn’t the flat or area for me.
my thoughts were reinforced by the Boy’s saucer-like eyes, as if to say, there is no way in hell we’re leaving the car. however, i met the saucer eyes with a gentle eye roll of come on, it can’t be that bad. i mean i’ve lived in sketchy places before, downtown. how could the burbs be worse?
all this was communicated without speaking as though we were some type of undercover operation. i knew if i didn’t exit the car immediately he soon would insist on hand signals in case we stumbled into something worse than what was greeting us.
thankfully it never came to that. in fact, the place was already taken. so we ran walked back to the car and continued on.
i did manage to find a cozy place without bars on the windows, very close to my new place of work, which is awesome by the way. i have my own office overlooking the fraser river and a proper desk chair and new computer (handclaps). more stories of my weekend adventures in metro vancouver to come…