Seriously, I think I'm too old for this crap... Last time I remember fire drills was back in college and I swear it was done to see what females had illegal boys in their rooms after hours.
In the wee hours of Sunday morning, I was awoken by a god-awful beeping sound... now the wallls in my new building are pretty thick, so my first thought (not that I haven't done this before) was I left the kettle on to boil and now had a smoke situation. Crawled out of my nice warm bed... and walked into the kitchen, only to check the stove (cold and off) and the smoke detector (silent) but the beeping didn't stop... Nooosirree...
I found a robe, and opened the front door and was assaulted with flashing lights and noise... the people across the hall also had their door opened, and Iasked if we were expected to leave, silly me to ask the neighbors who don't speak english... I got no answer but watched other people on the floor leave. No one speaking to one another... (Love friendly new england)
Being a good lemming, I grabbed my shoes, my IPod (priorities you know) my jacket, and my keys (IPod over purse, what was I thinking?) and locked my door and headed out side with everyone else. by the time i got to the front walk, in the rain, I stood under the overhang with everyone else, no one talking to anyone else, and watched as the cute young firemen, in their oxygen tanks and helmets and stuff raced up to the building... (I tried not to giggle)
In my head it was about 10 minutes, but in reality it was probably about 1 minute I watched the firemen struggle with the front door as they tried to figure out what key it was that opened the security door. No one who lived in the building was moving and the firemen looked so lost, I volunteered my key to let them in... they appeared quite grateful too... (I'm such a good helper when there is young beefcake around
Five minutes later, blissful silence and we're allowed back in the building... no reason what happened but that's ok...
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So... what's your fire drill story...