Story time...
So, early, early Sunday morning, around 5:50 am, Robbie and I woke up to a series of mind - numbing WOOOOOOOOOP,WOOOOOOOOOOOOP,WOOOOOOOOOOOOPS and a very loud, booming, male voice speaking to us through the speaker mounted in our hallway. Firmly, yet politely, the message was:
May I have your attention please. A fire has been reported in the building. Leave the *uncomfortable pause* building by the nearest exit. Do not use the elevators.
What was our reaction? Was it:
A) Concerned waking, followed by shoe and coat grabbing quickness
B) Frantic shoe, coat and cat gathering, followed by light-footed exiting
C) Moaning disbelief, followed by bathroom breaks, a considerably lengthy discussion about whether or not we should grab the cats, where was Robbie's sock cap, do you have the keys, I've got your wallet, I bet it was, yet, another false alarm, it was probably some stupid drunk moron setting the alarm off, and people are going to stop taking the fire alarm seriously if this keeps happening, saying goodbye to the terrified cats
Something tells me you answered correctly! Yes, Robbie and I have lived through this before, approximately 5 times before in the three years we've lived here. Only one other time was there a real fire emergency. Once, around 3 in the morning, we actually wrangled the cats and managed to get them in their cat cages and down the 8 flights of stairs only to be passed by two idiots with a pit bull who laughingly told us it was just a false alarm (they knew this because they had been the ones to set it off.) But really, the best time this happened was when Robbie had a broken leg. He managed to make it down the 8 flights on crutches without breaking the other leg. Needless to say, in order for us to become frantic about the fire alarm we've decided that our eyebrows need to be singed.
As the eternal optimist that I try to be (sometimes) I have found some great things about our many fire alarm incidents. The first has to be the wonderful conversations we have with our neighbors who we only seem to see in passing or on the elevator to and fro. Another really great thing, that most of us never outgrow, is the firetruck and firemen action that takes place. The rigs are within reach and the firemen are so gracious and professional. They show up quickly and get right to work. I know that if we were to have a massive fire in this building I would be happy to see their faces...again. There are a lot of people in our building who have dogs. I only like two of them. Betty and Shorty are the highlight of my day when I get to see them. When we have fire alarms I get to hang-out with them...that's pretty cool. Finally, the booming voice alarm with the WOOOOP, WOOOOPS, never gets turned off right away. Sometimes it takes them three hours to turn it off (no joke). I have found this time, waiting for the noise to go away, has been great conversation time with Robbie. We talk about the nice firemen, the sweet building dogs, and how nice our neighbor is and we should really have her over sometime. Oh, and we also talk about how much we can not wait to buy a house.
A) Concerned waking, followed by shoe and coat grabbing quickness
B) Frantic shoe, coat and cat gathering, followed by light-footed exiting
C) Moaning disbelief, followed by bathroom breaks, a considerably lengthy discussion about whether or not we should grab the cats, where was Robbie's sock cap, do you have the keys, I've got your wallet, I bet it was, yet, another false alarm, it was probably some stupid drunk moron setting the alarm off, and people are going to stop taking the fire alarm seriously if this keeps happening, saying goodbye to the terrified cats
Something tells me you answered correctly! Yes, Robbie and I have lived through this before, approximately 5 times before in the three years we've lived here. Only one other time was there a real fire emergency. Once, around 3 in the morning, we actually wrangled the cats and managed to get them in their cat cages and down the 8 flights of stairs only to be passed by two idiots with a pit bull who laughingly told us it was just a false alarm (they knew this because they had been the ones to set it off.) But really, the best time this happened was when Robbie had a broken leg. He managed to make it down the 8 flights on crutches without breaking the other leg. Needless to say, in order for us to become frantic about the fire alarm we've decided that our eyebrows need to be singed.
As the eternal optimist that I try to be (sometimes) I have found some great things about our many fire alarm incidents. The first has to be the wonderful conversations we have with our neighbors who we only seem to see in passing or on the elevator to and fro. Another really great thing, that most of us never outgrow, is the firetruck and firemen action that takes place. The rigs are within reach and the firemen are so gracious and professional. They show up quickly and get right to work. I know that if we were to have a massive fire in this building I would be happy to see their faces...again. There are a lot of people in our building who have dogs. I only like two of them. Betty and Shorty are the highlight of my day when I get to see them. When we have fire alarms I get to hang-out with them...that's pretty cool. Finally, the booming voice alarm with the WOOOOP, WOOOOPS, never gets turned off right away. Sometimes it takes them three hours to turn it off (no joke). I have found this time, waiting for the noise to go away, has been great conversation time with Robbie. We talk about the nice firemen, the sweet building dogs, and how nice our neighbor is and we should really have her over sometime. Oh, and we also talk about how much we can not wait to buy a house.
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