“OooOOOOop, OoooOOOOop, OooOOOOop!  Attention please!  The signal tone you have just heard indicates a report of an emergency in this building.  If the evacuation alarm on your floor follows this message, leave the building immediately.  Occupants on other floors, remain where you are, and await further instructions.”

And then… silence.

So on the one hand, I’m in a burning building.  But on the other hand, my floor isn’t on fire, so nothing can possibly go wrong.

For the record, as much as I trust the judgment of trained firefighters, watching them uncoil hoses and raise a ladder way the heck up the side of my building while I watch from my balcony, which I’ve been told not to leave, does not instill me with a great sense of comfort and safety.

This also reminds me of the Friends episode “The One With the Candy Hearts” where firemen tell the girls, “This isn’t the first boyfriend bonfire that we’ve seen get out of control.  You’re our third call tonight.  Valentine’s Day is our busiest night of the year.”