Did I mention that, before Hallowe'en this year, my apartment's rental office caught fire? Again? This is the second time in three years that the thing has burned. Ironically, they had just renovated it and were about to open it when it burned, far worse than the first time. I was coming home from the gym, and a police barricade prevented my bus from going past a certain point. So, I walked the rest of the way. When I turned into the rental office, I saw what seemed like every fire truck in the Peoria area in my complex. I live a bit of a way's down, so my first thought was: "Please don't be my apartment. Please don't be my apartment. Please don't be my apartment." And gladly, it wasn't, but wow, that was so bad we ended up on the local news.
When I went to pick up my keys for my new apartment the lady working the (temporary) rental office was on the phone discussing the damaged rental office/clubhouse, and at one point said, "No no no, that was the other fire."
I think you have a problem if you need to differentiate between fires.