The fire alarm went off in my building last night...again. It's the fourth night in a month that the alarms have sounded for no apparent reason. (One of them I slept through, so I'm not sure if that counts.)
It was 2AM the last time it happened. I stumbled out of my room with an unmistakable you-just-interrupted-my-perfect-REM-sleep wobble. The alarms had only encouraged one of my roommates out of bed. No words were spoken between us –- just a shared look of annoyance. I opened our front door to the sight of a Brawny Man-size fireman holding a Jolly Green Giant-size axe. The words, "is everything OK?" came falling out of my mouth. I admit -- probably not the most intelligent thing I could have said to a fireman while the fire alarm is thundering through the hallway. He responded to my stupid question by giving me a stupid look and saying, "Well, ma'am we're trying to figure that out."
I shut the door in his face. (What? I’m allowed to be grumpy at 2AM.)
The whole cry-wolf-fire-alarm-thing is starting to get on my nerves. I'm sure the Hoboken Fire Department agrees with me. So, if you're reading this blog and you're the little twirp that keeps pulling the fire alarm because you think you're being delightfully rebellious, I beg you -- pleeeeease find another outlet for your defiance! T-P'ing? Turnstile jumping? Graffiti, perhaps?
While I love surprise visits from Hoboken’s finest, I'm going to assume they have much more important things to do than carry sharp objects through my hallway in the middle of the night. In fact, I'm certain their time would be much better spent helping the guy I saw stuck in a tree yesterday trying to save his cat (true story).
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