Okay, so apparently two times in one day wasn't enough. You'd think they'd ticked everyone off enough, but nooooooo, some idiot has to pull the fire alarm at 11p.m. Which makes that the THIRD TIME in one day. So we all flee down the icky back stairs, past the dumpster (eeww) and around the building, much more terrified of hearing loss than any possibility of fire. Again.
The person (or persons) unknown who are committing this horrible crime had better stay unknown, because they entire building is practically out for their blood. As we were stuck outside for an hour this time (they had to call in the fire marshall, supposedly) many schemes and tortures were devised for this evil prankster. Let's just say we have a fabulously healthy (and gruesome) imagination.
Other interesting things this "opportunity" to learn about our community provided:
I am seriously sorry for the poor guy who is on crutches and lives--get this-- on the 7th floor. (wince)
Some guy came out wearing only a "man thong;" thankfully someone lent him a shirt before I (at least) saw anything.
The P.A.s stay across the street, conferring with the fire department, etc., then use a bullhorn to convey information to us (we're across the street). This system does not work. Unlike the fire alarms, their voices cannot penetrated the mass of noise coming from several hundred loud, rowdy, upset, and talkative college students.
It was generally agreed that the alarm would go off sometime around 3a.m. I found it hard to go to sleep, any noise would make me tense up and get ready to spring out of bed. Thankfully it did not go off in the middle of the night, but regardless I did not sleep so well. This is making me very jumpy. sigh. . .
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Thanks Nessa! Your thoughts are really helpful. :)
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