I was walking to my morning BART train and I kept smelling smoke. No sirens. Just whiffs of some kind of chemical fire. Still no sirens. Wondering where the hell the fire dept. was, I start swiveling my head around to locate the burning building, the source of the smoke. I finally notice the drunk who had been walking infront of me for some time. He was on fire.
Well, more of a slow smolder. His cigarette had managed to start a nice slow chemical fire on his nylon jacket. The fire had eaten away most of his right jacket pocket. I finally caught up to him and said, Heyyour jacket is on fire. He proceeded to try and pat out the slow-burning nylon fire. Bad idea. Sad. Shouldve just jettisoned the jacket at that point, instead of those additional hand burns.
Wish I didnt have to use the Civic Center Bart Station, the place seems like an open air mental hospital sometimes. On Wednesdays its nice tho, cause of the farmers market.
Well, more of a slow smolder. His cigarette had managed to start a nice slow chemical fire on his nylon jacket. The fire had eaten away most of his right jacket pocket. I finally caught up to him and said, Heyyour jacket is on fire. He proceeded to try and pat out the slow-burning nylon fire. Bad idea. Sad. Shouldve just jettisoned the jacket at that point, instead of those additional hand burns.
Wish I didnt have to use the Civic Center Bart Station, the place seems like an open air mental hospital sometimes. On Wednesdays its nice tho, cause of the farmers market.
Nasty girl, this one.