This is getting old, but we had another fire alarm this morning, at a refreshingly early time of 8:35am. It's the weekend, which makes 8:35 seem extra early and painful. So we're standing there, grumbling, cold, slightly confused, and all the while trying to avoid the giant puddle by the southern pole, since we're pretty sure that the pole doesn't just leak by itself but that someone else did against the pole, when Cat shares this delightful story of fire alarms past. Oh, how I wish I was there for the embarassment.
So one evening, fire alarm rings, everyone gets out, slightly annoyed, and it was revealed that Flat 4 had caused the alarm. That's us, Flat 4. The Flatmates try to look inconspicuous while staring and gesturing at each other, trying to figure out who the culprit was. Finally, Flatmate Mags breaks. "I think it was my hair straightener?" Fire Department comes. The Flatmates shamefully appear before them. Flatmate Mags, embarassed, explains something about hair straightener and patch and being right under the detector when she was using it, and Fire Department Folks nod in comprehension. "But you have such nice hair!" was their reply.
Oh. By the way, it was Kaz's flat again. Geez, people, if your showers keep causing alarms, why not just stop taking showers altogether? If your left arm causes you to sin...
1 comment:
Fire alarms are starting to become a very social occasion at 38 south clerk street so stop pretending you dont like them joy! plus its the only time your surronded by people thus making it seem as if you actually do have friends (other than our small group) be thankful for Gods little blessings xxxxxx
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