Many moons ago, when I was living in the dorms, we would have fire drills. Lots of them. Morning, noon, and night. Didn't seem to happen when we were in class, as far as we knew. It was downright annoying. My roommate would say to me "Come back and get me if you see smoke, I'm not going" and roll back over and go to sleep.
After a few months of this, and thinking that they really should have gotten this problem fixed by now (or condemn the building, one or the other), we find out that there really was a fire, in the kitchen wastebasket on the top floor. Same place the next day. And the day after that.
Then we find out that one of our classmates has been removed and withdrawn from school. She had been stressed and had begun setting fires. She was put into some kind of mental-health program. (I have no idea where she is today.)
At least 2 of my classmates dated a fireman they met at one of those many drills. And I met my future ex-husband that way too.
People are so weird.....
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