It has become tradition. Now time honored and obligatory- the annual false alarm at the circus.
I had nothing to do with this one. Someone was steaming costumes too close to a particle sensor and set it off. We think. There are always a few usual suspects even if they do have alibis.
We had to evacuate. The noise the alarm makes would drown out a 747. It doesn’t hurt that there’s a Starbucks across the street.
Of course some people have to treat it like a holiday and get the very obliging firemen to pose for pictures:
For others It’s a real emergency- necessitating the rescue of one’s most important possessions:
In this case a pair of red platform shoes. What would you save in a fire?
Location: Waiting on the curb for help to arrive
The Music in my Head: Fire, Bruce Springsteen