A Fire Alarm that Actually Signaled a Fire

I woke up this morning at 6am to the screaming sound of my building’s fire alarm. Since moving in a few months ago, there have been at least five false fire alarms here. A couple of those were of mischievous origins, and I think a couple were spawned by remodeling construction. Needless to say, the boy-who-cried-wolf mentality had begun to set in, and my motivation to slowly get dressed and head to exit this morning was powered more by my interest in escaping the noise than my interest in escaping an unlikely fire.
After waiting outside in the freezing cold (it hadn’t yet started snowing) for about 20 minutes, I finally came to the realization that fire trucks were arriving from different fire stations, and that there may actually be… a fire!
It turns out there was a small fire in the trash compactor (this is a large building with it’s own trash compactor). My fellow residents and I waited in another building, watching Clifford the Big Red Dog, while the fire department did its thing. Judging by the time of day and the number of people in the other building, I think it’s safe to say that there were a lot of people that just waited it out inside. I’m glad I didn’t try that.
In the end, this wasn’t that big of a deal, but it’s worth noting that sometimes fire alarms really mean “hey, the building is on fire” and not just “hey, those damn kids pulled the switch again”. This was nothing compared to the last fire I witnessed.