Hey, Where's The Fire?
I started watching tv this afternoon, which was really unusual, but you know, this movie on Lifetime came on. I just had to watch it, you know? The FBI agent was just about ready to solve the case, and I was just about to find out if Megan Waters was dead or alive and if her father did it. Unfortunately, I will never know what happened to Megan Waters, because... the power went out.
I was devastated. Completely and utterly devastated.
Then, I was at a loss at what to do. I didn't exactly want to do homework, what with the lights being out and it being a bit dark. I wandered aimlessly back to my room, thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad time to go for a little walk/run. Or go to the HPER, even. It was a nice enough day outside, afterall.
Not two seconds later, I hear this terribly annoying and loud noise mwerping all about me. I peer down the hallway at the horrible speaker box, confused as to why it would be mwerping at me in crystal clear surround sound. Why was their a light flashing? And why wouldn't the horrible thing stop mwerping at me?
Then, I became a little concerned. The lights going out and the box blaring thousands of mwerps a minute. And now, the box began to speak to me. Oh the insanity! Oh the sound! No, not sound. Noise! Oh, the noise, noise, noise, noise! And the man in the box spoke, politely telling me to get the hell out. Yes, yes, I heard you. I heard you the first hundred times, just give me a minute to find my keys and put on my jacket. Stop mwerping at me, man in the box! I am taking the hint and getting the hell out.
So, I stood outside with others who were confused and thinking it a false alarm. A few minutes later, the big red fire truck comes screaming down the street and right past our building to the Mape... Maple Hell or just Hell, as it's been known to be called. But the truck turns around at Hell and flies into the parking lot and comes to a stop at the building. The firefighters jump out of the vehicle, grab their tools, and try the door, but it's locked. Not even the several brave students with fobs can get the door opened, so the firefighters are left to run in through the main doors. While we wait, a second fire truck flies in, which is unheard of, especially for false alarms. Their firefighters get out, and a couple of them start unscrewing the fire hydrant and grabbing the hoses. Now, I'm becoming really concerned by this point. Did the man in the box really know what he was talking about? Was there really a fire?
LA calls me and tells me the lights are out and there are people stuck in the elevators in Hell. I feel for them. I'd hate to be stuck in an elevator. Must've been hell for them.
After a while, though, the second truck closed up the hydrant and packed everything up and headed back to the station, and we were allowed to go back inside. But we had to use the front doors. When I walked in, smoke filled that entire floor. I looked down the hallway, and the smoke was thicker towards the cafeteria. So, I assume something caught on fire in there. Fireplaces? Oven? Stove? Grease fire? I don't know. I packed up my things and headed to the Union for a few hours. When I got back, though, the cafeteria was open and serving supper. I ate in the Union, so I have yet to see the damage.
Now, I want to take the time to thank some people. Firstly, thanks to all the brave firefighters, who went above and beyond the call of duty to save our dear residence hall... and all of my possessions. Secondly, thank you, man in the box. Even though I think you are a pain and a nuisance and mean for interrupting my Lifetime movie which I was so dearly enjoying, you still mwerped and egged me on until I took the hint and got the hell out.
I was devastated. Completely and utterly devastated.
Then, I was at a loss at what to do. I didn't exactly want to do homework, what with the lights being out and it being a bit dark. I wandered aimlessly back to my room, thinking maybe it wasn't such a bad time to go for a little walk/run. Or go to the HPER, even. It was a nice enough day outside, afterall.
Not two seconds later, I hear this terribly annoying and loud noise mwerping all about me. I peer down the hallway at the horrible speaker box, confused as to why it would be mwerping at me in crystal clear surround sound. Why was their a light flashing? And why wouldn't the horrible thing stop mwerping at me?
Then, I became a little concerned. The lights going out and the box blaring thousands of mwerps a minute. And now, the box began to speak to me. Oh the insanity! Oh the sound! No, not sound. Noise! Oh, the noise, noise, noise, noise! And the man in the box spoke, politely telling me to get the hell out. Yes, yes, I heard you. I heard you the first hundred times, just give me a minute to find my keys and put on my jacket. Stop mwerping at me, man in the box! I am taking the hint and getting the hell out.
So, I stood outside with others who were confused and thinking it a false alarm. A few minutes later, the big red fire truck comes screaming down the street and right past our building to the Mape... Maple Hell or just Hell, as it's been known to be called. But the truck turns around at Hell and flies into the parking lot and comes to a stop at the building. The firefighters jump out of the vehicle, grab their tools, and try the door, but it's locked. Not even the several brave students with fobs can get the door opened, so the firefighters are left to run in through the main doors. While we wait, a second fire truck flies in, which is unheard of, especially for false alarms. Their firefighters get out, and a couple of them start unscrewing the fire hydrant and grabbing the hoses. Now, I'm becoming really concerned by this point. Did the man in the box really know what he was talking about? Was there really a fire?
LA calls me and tells me the lights are out and there are people stuck in the elevators in Hell. I feel for them. I'd hate to be stuck in an elevator. Must've been hell for them.
After a while, though, the second truck closed up the hydrant and packed everything up and headed back to the station, and we were allowed to go back inside. But we had to use the front doors. When I walked in, smoke filled that entire floor. I looked down the hallway, and the smoke was thicker towards the cafeteria. So, I assume something caught on fire in there. Fireplaces? Oven? Stove? Grease fire? I don't know. I packed up my things and headed to the Union for a few hours. When I got back, though, the cafeteria was open and serving supper. I ate in the Union, so I have yet to see the damage.
Now, I want to take the time to thank some people. Firstly, thanks to all the brave firefighters, who went above and beyond the call of duty to save our dear residence hall... and all of my possessions. Secondly, thank you, man in the box. Even though I think you are a pain and a nuisance and mean for interrupting my Lifetime movie which I was so dearly enjoying, you still mwerped and egged me on until I took the hint and got the hell out.