Yesterday, I was at the intersection of Chicago and Spruce at lunch time (right next to were that plastics company caught fire yesterday and shut down the 215/60/91. The fire looked like it started around 5 PM. But, back to where I was at about 12:30... While sitting at the red light, this Riverside City van pulls up next to me and tells me to roll down my window. He asks me if I smell burning plastic and thought it might be my car or his car. My passenger and I said no and then joked about the guy being on meth or something...why would someone pull up and say that. Then, a few hours later...the plastics company goes up in flames that was only a block from there....weird?