Me, about 15 minutes ago.
Sniff sniff sniff..."Hmmmmm, it smells like smoke."
Walk around apartment looking for fires..."Hmmmmmm, no fires."
Think to self (as opposed to above which was actually SAID to self)..."Well, the window is open, perhaps someone walked by smoking a cigarette."
More walking around. More sniffing. More talking to self.
Finally realize apartment complex turned on heaters today and both wall units are turned up and making both heat and funny burning smells.
Think about how happy I am that (a) my apartment is not secretly on fire and hiding it from me to trick me into a false sense of security, and (b) that I am not having premature hot flashes.
It never occurred to me to even glance at the two heater knobs I have and make sure they were turned off. I don't have air conditioning (most people here don't), and I just sort of assumed that if I wanted to use the heat I actually had to DO something to turn it on. I'm not used to these 1970's style heating systems.
Anyway, I'm sure you're all happy to know that my apartment is not on fire, therefore saving the world's largest collection of things bedazzled with pink rhinestones.