This past weekend I was on a layover in Seattle, peacefully sleeping in my bed. All of a sudden, I heard a piercing noise. The fire alarm was going off!
I looked out the window and saw poeple scrambling to the parking lot. This hotel is known for false alarms, however, to be on the safe side I decided to evacuate, too. The problem was, “Should I change clothes first?”
I looked down at my Tinkerbell night shirt and wished that I had packed my Gap pjs instead. The only other clothes I had was my uniform or t-shirt & shorts. Did I mention it was in the lower 50s outside? I decided that the t-shirt was the best option especially since I was bound to see my other crew members down there and the last thing I wanted was to subject myself to unmerciless teasing.
So, I ran downstairs in my tee & shrots, wrapped in a blanket, and clutching my laptop. I still got teased. Later we found out that the alarm was triggered by someone smoking in the stairwell. Arrgghh!
If you had to evacuate your home in the middle of the night, how presentable would you be?