New York's Bravest

It was one of those weekends when you have breakfast at 3 in the afternoon. My roomie made pancakes and I made eggs and we talked as we looked out the window at all of the Dominicans that line our street. When all of a sudden with lights and sirens a fire engine stops in front of our building. I guess it hadn't been children playing with the elevator emergency button for the past 30 minutes, but someone was really stuck in the elevator! Oops. No ambulance arrived, so everyone must be safe and breakfast was great!