This morning at the circus I was the designated person-with-key-who-can-open-the-door. Because none but the costume shop work early Sunday morning. That was OK. I got in. Everyone who needed to, got in. The security system was disarmed without any long winded explanations or taking of names.
Only I had failed for the 2nd week in a row to learn beforehand where exactly the light switches were. We all stumbled around in the dark trying to find the lights, which I knew from experience, were not in any logical place- like, say, next to the door.
There was an ear piercing noise. I thought I had failed to turn off the alarm and ran back to check it. It said it was ok. I punched a few buttons anyway. No change in the noise level. The alarm display told me I didn’t have access and to please go away and not bother it anymore.
I sent the stitchers outside to save their eardrums while I tried to reach the powers that be. They were all asleep in their beds or at any rate not answering their phones. I believe I left a voice mail for the production manager in which I said I thought the police might be on their way to get me.
Outside 2 hook and ladder trucks from nearby Station No 2 pulled up, sirens blaring, geared up for battle. Out jumped a few really great looking men. Because Sacramento’s finest are truly fine. I think hunky must be a job requirement here. Turns out, one of the stitchers had been feeling along a wall for the lights, found something that felt like a switch, flipped it, and set off the fire alarm. But those heros saved the day and turned off the alarm.
We’re all still feeling a little flushed.
The firemen wanted to know why we up so early on Sunday morning. I wouldn’t mind knowing that myself.
Tangletale 