Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Cry wolf

Last night, the fire alarm went off for the sixth time in three months. By now, we know enough not to take it seriously. A look down from my kitchen window showed only a few people straggling into the courtyard, so I, too, decided to take my own sweet time, give my dinner broccoli one more wash, change into my nice clothes, check appearance in mirror, dither over what shoes to wear etc before strolling down.

If this really turned out to be a real fire as opposed to those false alarms we have had, everyone who had dilly-dallied would have been turned into grilled rotisserie chicken.

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