We had fire drills at Georgetown. Well, not fire drills really, but massive dorm exoduses each time a drunken fratboy would pull a fire alarm. At one point, the false alarms came so frequently that the University started fining everyone in the building, figuring collective punishment might flush out the guilty parties. Sadly, I can't remember if this worked or not.
I mention this because our apartment building put up posters this week announcing an upcoming fire drill. This thing puts puts our Georgetown exercises to shame. During this fire drill, folks will get to:
1) Exit the building in an orderly fashion using the stairs. Booooring.
2) Practice using fire extinguishers!
3) Feel the earth move under their feet in an Earthquake Simulation Vehicle. Woohoo!
Of course, they've scheduled this thing when I won't be here, so I won't be able to practice my fire extinguishing skills. If our building catches fire and I can't rush to the rescue, I intend to blame our condominium association for planning this thing without consulting me first. The nerve!
