A fire drill was announce a few days ago. I’ve done fire drills at least twice before. And the experience of going down 40 floors in a hot and crowded stairwell, your knees shaking and buckling from the exertion is something you just can’t forget. Something you would want to avoid.
So today, I made sure I had good chance of avoiding it. I usually go home early on Fridays, to take over babysitting Jeanne from my mother-in-law, but today I went the the office even earlier and went out earlier too. I was actually thinking of staying a few minutes more but luckily I didn’t.
As I drove out of the building, I noticed the security guards cordoning off the exit area. I texted Flor but it was a few minutes too late, the fire drill had begun. I had gotten out just in the nick of time! Now that’s stuff for movies! I motion pictured myself speeding away, building burning and crumbling down on my rear view mirror, into the sunset.