Drama in the FD

On my walk home from work to the Montgomery BART station, FOUR full-size fire trucks came from three different directions and converged at the corner I was waiting on. All the firemen got out of the trucks and started scanning the top of the building across the street. There were no cop cars (yet?) or ambulences on the scene. No smoke or fire alarms. No SWAT team (thank goodness or I may have needed a change of underwear!). This all screamed "We've got a jumper" and as soon as the crosswalk light turned green, I was out of there. I know, where's my sense of adventure? Curiosity? I'll tell you what, I naturally run low on both and I did not have any desire to stick around and watch the potential outcome. I wonder if the Financial District, much like the Golden Gate Bridge, has it's share of suicide attempts, with its super-tall buildings?