I do respect fire drills. Honestly, I do. However, when the alarm started sounding at around 11:30 this morning I happened to be naked, wet and soapy, as a result (fortunately) of being in the shower. I was fairly certain it was a drill because I’d seen another drill earlier in the morning for the building next to us.
I actually managed to finish up and get dressed just as the fire warden began hammering on the door. I inquired what one is supposed to do in such situations. He dismissed me and said simply that he didn’t care whether I was naked and wet. He just wanted me outside in the muster area with everyone else. And it’s true – this individual (who happens to be one of our senior lecturers) really wouldn’t care. However, I suspect I’m not be alone in feeling that if I’m going to be running outside dressed in nothing but a towel and shampoo suds, it had better damn well be a real emergency.
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You should have taken advantage of the situation – how often do you get a chance to legitimately pull off a bit of public nudity!
I happened to be down at the Curtin security building yesterday during a “real” fire alarm.
The firies promptly arrived to discover someone sucking down a quick durry in the toilet, so no big problem (well, except the expense of having the fire brigade turn up).
What amused me most was the number of calls to security asking “is this just a drill?”, “do we really have to get out?”, “There’s a strange sound coming from a red thing on the ceiling” etc…