Fire Alarms
Jul 24th, 2005 by Jordan
Luckily, I live next to the stairwell in my building, or I’d end up a grease stain on my concrete floor when this baby becomes a nice big toaster oven. In all the time I’ve lived here, we’ve probably had five false fire alarms (which is a small number, I hear), and only once has the alarm actually sounded on our floor. The rest of the times, you just hear a distant sound of sirens and then someone is knocking on your door.
Tonight we had someone pull an alarm on the fourth floor of the building, resulting in a mob of dashing young firemen showing up at our doorstep. I happened to be the only one on the floor that heard the alarm go off, so I woke up the asst. property manager — my good friend Shannon.
I felt like I was at Loyola all over again. They had a tradition there that during finals they would pull the fire alarm once on the first night of finals, twice on the second night, and so on. Finally, on the third night after the second pull, the RAs hearded up the entire dorm building (I think it was close to 900 of us) and made us sit in one of the larger lounges in the building for an hour plus, sweating our asses off, while they talked about fire safety. That was the last time it was pulled that year.
Maybe we should do the same here?