There was a grease fire in the bar while we were winning (yes, winning!) trivia last night and it was slightly hilarious because no one did anything. We all sat and stared at the incredible amount of smoke and no one moved. Then the waitress came and said everything was fine.
Also, a cabbie tried to charge me twice the meter rate to get home. Who else did he think he was gonna pick up at 2 a.m. on a Sunday morning when I hopped in the second cab in the giant line of available ones?