I arrived home the other day to a team of hulky (couldn't see if they were hunky) firemen heading in to my building because my teenage neighbor thought for sure the joint was burning down.
Well, we weren't on fire, thankfully. But for several days now, our upper hallways have been filling up with scary-ass acrid smoke that smells like wood burning, which sends residents into a tizzy and then we knock on doors, call our super in a panic, and finally send my handy husband down to check the boiler. It took a few go-rounds to realize that it's somebody up the block.
Now, I can deal with Smoker Bob and I can deal with the occasional spam-scented stinky food smells (marginally) but I really don't know if I can deal with thinking the building is on fire every day so that some neighbor down the block can benignly, unknowingly have a bonfire or barbecue or get all "Vermont comes to Brooklyn. It makes me nervous.