The other morning while waiting in the parking lot around 9:00 we heard and felt a loud explosion from across the street. It vibrated my rib cage.
One guy said a barrel exploded, and that he saw it fly into the air. Others were saying it was a car tire. Some said they saw people running away holding their hands over their faces.
Today I woke to screams of “fire!” I pulled back the curtain and looked out from my room. People were running into the hotel. Pants and shirt were quickly put on, and I ran into the hallway. Men were running down to the lobby with fire extinguishers. I followed.
Receptionist: “It’s the gas station.”
Me: “What? The gas station is on fire.”
Receptionist: “It’s over there. I’m not sure.”
The gas station is right beside the hotel. If it were to explode, the hotel would be leveled.
I step outside and hear the fire extinguishers.
“It’s only a car,” a passer-by says casualy.
Satisfied with his cool-calm-and-collected behavior, I walked back to my room, told my wife what was up and got a shower.