There was a knock at the FLGs' door, and when I went to answer it there was a woman running like a madwoman down the hall screaming, "Fire! Please help." I asked Mrs. FLG to grab the fire extinguisher, and went to investigate. Long story short, FLG and a guy down the hall put out a kitchen fire. Mrs. FLG called 911. According to her, the conversation went like this:
911 Operator: 911. What's your emergency?
Mrs. FLG: There's a fire at ....
911 Operator: What kind of fire?
Mrs. FLG: I don't fucking know. There's smoke and my husband said there's a fire. Send the fucking fire dept!
This was followed by, "FLG, get the hell out of there! The fire department is on the way!"