20 December 2004

When We Touch; When We Kiss

Last week we had a fire drill and everyone evacuated (our building - ho ho) in an orderly and calm manner.

This morning the building alarm went off so we all trooped off to our various evacuation points. The worker bees all seemed pretty laid back about the situation - no one was screaming in the fire well, "My God, it's an inferno on our floor!!!", thus giving rise to a panicked, snorting stampede.

However, I will make these two points:

(1) Probably, when you're a fire warden? Probably it doesn't help if you come pelting down the corridor flapping your arms and screeching - yes, screeching - "This is a real evacuation!" I have reported you to the appropriate authorities, and I took great pleasure in doing so.
(2) Our fire stairs are made of wood.

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