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So, I'm sitting in my little office apartment at Amli Old Fourth Ward...

  • Writer: Rob Smith
    Rob Smith
  • May 18, 2015
  • 2 min read

So, I'm sitting in my little office apartment at Amli Old Fourth Ward, which I just recently rented because we've run out of space next door at my Keller Williams office, when I smelled gas.

I open the blinds, which faces the sidewalk, and there were 6 firemen looking right back at me through the window.

They opened the door and walked inside with their handheld gas meters beeping like little house alarms and were like, "Hey, I think you need to get the hell out of here, like right now."

I pack up my computer, gather my things, go outside to get in my car which was parked right in front of my apartment on the street, and I look up and down the street and there are fire trucks everywhere blocking the street. There are literally 30 firemen, police, utility workers and others staring at me from all angles as I open my car door and they're all shouting "SIR, NOOOO! Do not start your car, you need to get the hell out of here!"

I'm like, what is going on.

I hear sizzling and bubbling. I look in front of my car and there is a 30-foot northbound crack in Glen Iris Drive that's boiling like a cauldron and smells like rotten eggs.

Now I get it.

I run from the scene toward my real estate office which is just a few hundred feet away. I think, oh yeah, my assistant is out today, so I can sit at his desk and get some work done.

No sooner had I unpacked and turned my computer back on when I smelled gas. One minute later, someone comes into the office and says, "Alright, everybody needs to get the hell out of here."

I pack up, leave, walk to the coffee shop across the street where apparently the entire three block radius has now congregated, and call Uber.

I'm now in the Uber on my way home, and I look down one of the side streets and see a glimpse of my car sitting in the street in front of my apartment with caution tape all around the car AND the front door of my apartment.

As Uber pulls up to my house in Grant Park just now, my phone rings as I'm going inside.

"Hello?"

"Hey is this Rob?"

"Yes."

"Hey Rob, this is Lisa at Amli Apartments. Are you in your apartment right now? If so, you need to get the hell out of there."

 
 
 

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