So I lay there, wondering if perhaps I should get up and see if I was in danger of imminent immolation. Should I? Probably. Is it a false alarm? Probably. Do I care right now? Hmmmm. After a while I stumbled over to the door to see if I could smell smoke or see people fleeing in panic. I saw neither. I returned to bed and listened to the sirens getting closer and the incessant cry of the fire alarm. Once the firemen arrived, I waited for the inevitable shut off, which came in short order. I relaxed and rolled over for another hour of sleep.
Then the fire alarm went off again. This, perhaps, was it; the calamity. I decided a swift move to the exits would be wise. I had already gotten dressed on the first alarm, so I had to make that fun decision of which possessions would I rescue from a burning building. I had never really even played this game in a hypothetical fashion, so to be contemplating the reality of incineration for my possessions, I had to make a choice. Here's what made the cut:
- My passport, cuz I'm going to Cabo whether my apartment burns or not.
- My car registration, which makes no sense, because I have a copy in my car, but it was next to the passport.
- My laptop; a natural choice in my mind. It's portable for a reason, folks.
- My CD and DVD backups of things on my laptop and photos from days gone by
- My cell phone, keys, and wallet.
That's when I saw the firemen standing rather unconcernedly around. They were examining a malfunctioning fire alarm box on my floor. I asked whether I should get out or if it was the system. "It's the system," one said. "It's broke." No kidding. This whole flipping building is broken. After a month, they finally fixed the lock on the front door today. Urge to move out rising daily...