Speed Dial

Between 1996 and mid-2000, I worked in a building in downtown Denver that was catty-corner from the Denver branch of the Federal Reserve.

One sunny morning I walked up to the entrance of my building on 15th street. Several of the other people also walking to the entrance noticed that a car in the Federal Reserve bank’s parking lot was on fire.

The dude selling homemade burritos out of a dirty ice chest on the corner pulled out his cellphone and said “Good thing I’ve got 911 on speed dial”.