Wednesday, 21 November 2012
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
Right next to the parks that I work in is a large shopping complex. Its rather convenient actually, I usually walk over there during smoko or lunch to buy lunch foods for the week or pick up anything that I may have forgotten. To say that it is handy is an understatement. One flaw with this shop, it has a faulty alarm system. Its constantly sounding the alarm! At least once a week the entire complex gets evacuated, complete with lights, ringing bells, buzzers and sexy firemen, all for no good reason. There is never a fire, chemical spill, hell, not even a kitten stuck up a tree! Today when I heard the alarm go off, I didnt think anything of it and leaving the garden I was working in to get a glimpse of the firemen just wasnt worth the walk at the time. Then my leading hand comes up and informs me that there genuinely *is* a fire and the fire alarm isnt being all faulty and stuff. So we promptly leave the garden and go have a sticky beak like everyone else. Turns out somebody set fire to the industrial cardboard recycling bins under the side of the shop near Muzz Buzz. It seemed a little anticlimactic, it wasnt a particularly big fire, just very smokey. I dont know why, but I was expecting to see half the building on fire. Probably not a good thing to wish for, but there was alot of smoke, in my defence. On the plus side, I got to look at firemen. Always a win.
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