I don’t know what it is, but my office building has an excessive number of false fire alarms and fire drills. So many that when you hear the fire alarms go off, your first thought is not we better get out of here, but instead it oh no, not again.
When the alarm sounded on Friday, my team and I exited the building with a little more pep and vigor than normal. After all, earlier in the week we watched fireman battle a blaze right outside our window. So this time, I guess we all thought that maybe, just maybe, this fire could be real.
Unlike most other instances, no one in the building was claiming responsibility for burning toast. Nor was there any construction going on. Within minutes two fire trucks appeared at the scene armed for battle.
As the men entered the building, I turned to a co-worker and said, “Do you think this one could be real? I actually smell smoke.”
“Yeah, I do too,” he remarked. “Want to know why?”
“Yeah!” I answered eagerly.
“Turn around,” he said trying to suppress a giggle. There are people smoking behind you.”
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