Thursday, September 04, 2008

Toast of the burnt variety

It cleared our whole building this morning when Little J took her eye off the toaster and then plumes of white smoke sailed merrily across the ceiling, straight into the mouth of the snazzy, all shreiking all wailing fire alarm.

Cue fire engine (with better looking boys than Rescue Me but no Denis Leary), cue standing in the rain for 30 mins with no umbrella, cue no one knowing the code for the alarm.

Little J's primary concern was that she didn't even get to eat the toast before we were evacuated.

i've never worn ear plugs at work before. But i quite liked it...

1 comment:

Keetha said...

Wow. I never have such an exciting day at work.