NOW where's the fire?

This is getting silly. It's 2 AM and I couldn't sleep and there was noise in the halls of my apartment and there's never noise in the halls of my apartment. I got up and saw three firetrucks parked outside through the window, so I decided to put on a bathrobe and shoes and investigate. My lobby had six of seven firemen standing around (I so should have gone down in a negligee and stilettos), and the one who spoke to me was all grumpy and old and had a mustache and said someone was cooking upstairs and burnt something. Where were they earlier when I was busy setting my apartment on fire? And why don't I own a negligee? I need to work on that.