More Fun Than A Barrel Of Monkeys

Well...that was fun just now.

There's nothing like the sudden shrieking of a fire alarm to pull a guy right out of a dead sleep and get his juices flowing at 2:05am.

I live in a four year old apartment building which has been outfitted with a state of the art fire system. This means, when it goes off, there is a howling screech which is designed to make you NOT want to hide in your apartment until the shouting is over.

In my case, when it went off, I literally flew out of bed, made a complete circle to ensure it wasnt MY place causing the ruckus, threw on a few clothes (decorum is the better part of valor, eh) and took my place with my fellow dwellers down in the parking lot; all of us milling around and scratching our bed hair in abject puzzlement.

We didnt see any flames, didnt see any smoke, didnt smell any smoke. Within five minutes, two engines from the local fire department showed up as the bells and whistles kept clanging and screeching. Another ten minutes later, the banging and clanging stopped. The fire guys were as puzzled as us apartment dwellers and we were finally told we could go back to our humble abodes after the fire guys spent another five minutes wandering around looking for a door to bash in and a fire to put out.

False alarm.

So here I is. The adrenaline is still whooshing through my veins and sleep aint gonna come for another half hour to say the least so I thought I would put these thoughts down on my bog for lack of anything better to do.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled overnight program.

Posted by Mr. Helpful at December 15, 2003 02:39 AM