You know I thought about this when I was videotaping my stuff for the insurance company the other day and I realized I wouldn't really care if any of this stuff went up in flames.
I'd probably just take my bathrobe so I wouldn't have to stand on the street naked as my house burned.
Bing, bing, bing! We have ourselves a winner!
Having been through the terror of a fire-a few years ago, one floor down-I can make clear that the last thing that most folks think about is all their personal posessions as what they must get out. In our building, it was people first, animals were a secondary thought (and I don't care how cruel that may sound). Nobody arrived downstairs with their computer or CD player (this was just before the ipod fad), people escaped and were glad of it. Since it happened at 11:30 at night, many were still clothed in street clothes; but, some were not. It was winter and one man stood there in sweatpants and t-shirt in bare feet-he was slightly out of it and was holding a pair of shoes in his hand. As fires go it was relatively minor-only 3 apartments sustained significant fire damage, 5 had water damage and several of us had smoke damage. By the end of the next day, most of us were back in our apartments and the locks on the doors had been changed (the FDNY has a habit of smashing open the door-you'd think they'd knock to see if the inhabitants were decently clad). I even put up new blinds after I got back home.
Watch newsreels and notice the number of people standing outside their burning homes wearing pajajas or a bathrobe or just an overcoat (with nothing beneath it). It's rare people grab stuff-although I did grab my backpack since it was by the door.
-and a footnote for Earl-I am sure the light from the flames would exquisitely highlight the wonderful contours of your body, so ditch the robe.
