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So this morning I got to hear what the building fire alarm sounds like.
Fun!
Apartment = not burnt down. It was, predictably, a false alarm. But, because I am a Cali girl and fires are srs bzness, I threw on clothes, got my wallet and my keys, stuffed some socks into a pocket (it's cold outside!) grabbed my jacket and marched out, sans bra even, to make certain my life wasn't imminently in peril. Time: about a minuteannahaff.
There was no smoke in the hallway. I figured I had time to put on a bra. Back in, make certain everything (stove, mostly) is turned off, back out and outside. The fire truck pulled up two minutes later, with four serious-looking, ax-wielding gentlemen inside it.
Now, this is the creepy part. I WAS ONE OF TWO PEOPLE (not counting the apartment manager) WHO DID THAT.
My building has three floors with about twenty apartments on each floor. To the best of my knowledge, most of them are rented. Where the FUCK was everyone? Lot was full of cars, alarm was loud enough to wake the deafest old lady on the planet, and NO ONE could be arsed to at least stick their effin' heads out the door?
I was raised on the efficacy of drills. Even a false alarm is a good time to practice, so you can be fast and smart in case of the Real Deal. Plus, it's a good way to meet your neighbors. Well, maybe not a good WAY, per se. But certainly a good excuse.
Anyway. I'm going to finish my coffee and oatmeal and go to work. TTFN, folks.
Fun!
Apartment = not burnt down. It was, predictably, a false alarm. But, because I am a Cali girl and fires are srs bzness, I threw on clothes, got my wallet and my keys, stuffed some socks into a pocket (it's cold outside!) grabbed my jacket and marched out, sans bra even, to make certain my life wasn't imminently in peril. Time: about a minuteannahaff.
There was no smoke in the hallway. I figured I had time to put on a bra. Back in, make certain everything (stove, mostly) is turned off, back out and outside. The fire truck pulled up two minutes later, with four serious-looking, ax-wielding gentlemen inside it.
Now, this is the creepy part. I WAS ONE OF TWO PEOPLE (not counting the apartment manager) WHO DID THAT.
My building has three floors with about twenty apartments on each floor. To the best of my knowledge, most of them are rented. Where the FUCK was everyone? Lot was full of cars, alarm was loud enough to wake the deafest old lady on the planet, and NO ONE could be arsed to at least stick their effin' heads out the door?
I was raised on the efficacy of drills. Even a false alarm is a good time to practice, so you can be fast and smart in case of the Real Deal. Plus, it's a good way to meet your neighbors. Well, maybe not a good WAY, per se. But certainly a good excuse.
Anyway. I'm going to finish my coffee and oatmeal and go to work. TTFN, folks.