Where's the fire, smokey?

The fire alarm went off this morning while I was getting dressed. I threw on a t-shirt since there wasn't time to button up an oxford. It was about 8:50, so the only guys who didn't have morning classes were juniors. They all staggered out into the courtyard in their pajama pants, yawning and blinking at the light. Some of them had not even been woken up by the alarm. No one, myself included, existed through the fire doors, because no one, myself included, thought there actually was a fire. One of these days the fire alarm might cry wolf for real. I don't think anyone will take it seriously.