They have these ‘code blue’ stations throughout my college campus. The computer terminal I am at right now is right next to one (its right behind my head actually). Just now, I was leaning back in my chair to stretch, and unwittingly pressed the back of my hand right against the terminal. The terminal has a big red button to summon campus police, in case someone is being attacked or something. Thank god I didn’t set it off! :eek:
Yeah, although I’d imagine there are occasionally accidental alarms and the campus cops wouldn’t be too put out. Better safe than sorry.
Once in middle school, I was shooting free-throws in basketball practice and one shot completely missed the basket and struck the fire alarm on the wall right behind it. The little glass rod broke and the alarm went off. The coach promptly called the fire department to let them know it was a false alarm, but I think a truck still came out and they reset the alarm.
My first thought was, " Where on the keyboard is that? It must be even more annoying than the windows key."
Of all the lame excuses to have sex…
“Omigosh! Honey! I accidentally hit the rape button! I’ll go to jail for raising a false alarm! * Unless*…”
I always wondered what that button was for. You know, the little exclamation point at the top right of every post.
What?
As I kid, travelling on the train. I used to be *mesmerized * by the emergency brake handle above the doors.
I’d have this scary daydream where I somehow pulled the brake by mistake. he traind would come to a screeching halt ! A train full of angry people and furious huge uniformed mustached trainconductor would all come looking for me, the little girl who pulled the emergencybrake without a good reason.
I even had nightmares about it! The funny thing is, in my dreams I got so scared of pulling the handle that I actually pulled it, just to … dunno why.
You know, at first, this was exactly what I thought **Incubus ** was referring to.
Please do not make me consider the logistics of this happening on a message board…
:smack: 
The campus apartment I used to live in had one in each room next to the bed. I was always went between being afraid I was going to accidentally press it while stretching or something (and get stuck with the $75 false alarm fine), and wanting to press it since I’d never done it before. It’s just not right having a button in your bedroom that you’re not allowed to touch.
Heh…press the StraightDope “!” button and Coldfire parachutes onto your desktop. In his clogs! :eek:
!!!
runs away
One time, when I was living in an on-campus apartment, the downstairs neighbors accidentally set off the fire alarm by burning some food. Naturally everyone filed out of the apartment building and campus security showed up, whereupon the doofus readily admitted his cullinary error. Just then, my roommate comes back from class, and notices the fire-alarm flashy thingies and firemen milling about the building.
“Holy shit, a fire!” He intones, and then rushes directly into the building that for all he knew was about to explode in a hellish fireball of doom. A minute later he came out again with a cooler full of beer.
We don’t have to push the fire alarm button at Uni here. Security does it for us…
…at SIX O’CLOCK IN THE MORNING!!
And that was with no formal notification. We only expected it a couple days previous when the court next door were rudely awakened to stand freezing their collective butts off in the cold while they play count the freezing students.
Not that I’m angry or anything. :mad:
I hate using webspeak, but… lmao.
No doubt there are men all across this world who agree with you.
::d&r::
falls off her chair giggling
One time I was staying with my high-school class (field trip) in Ottawa, and we had a hotel room for the night–nice swanky place, very comfy.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night thirsty, trundling towards the bathroom (still half-asleep) and then leaning against the front door and thinking, “That’s an odd sound coming from outside… kind of like a loud hum from in here.” I opened the front door…
…it was a fire alarm, and our teacher was pounding on our doors waking us up. We all ran outside in our pajamas and slippers, and boys and girls, if you ever want somebody to ask about Canadian winters, ask the girl who stood outside at midnight, in a nightgown and socks, during one of the coldest, snowiest, iciest, chilliest nights of the entire year.
Turns out it was all due to somebody lighting a cigarette directly under a fire alarm. :wally
We covered them with a lid from a soda bottle. As I tend to flail about if having a disturbing dream, this seemed the best way. It’s true, though–I wanted to press that button badly.
“…or, so help me, I’ll rape you!”
“So rape me, I’ll help you.” 