We're expecting up to three inches of rain today. A real deluge, presenting me with a conundrum.
I enjoyed a late lunch of leftover spaghetti with homemade meat sauce. The fire bell rang, slicing through my momentary solitude.
Frankly, I thought it was a drill, or that a kid had pulled the alarm. I had no students in my room. Unconcerned, I continued to eat, making a consicous decision to keep my butt parked at my desk. Listening to the hubbub growing outside, in a downpour, in the student parking lot below my room. That spaghetti was just so darn delectable.
Then, I heard the sirens.
Just like Elvis, I left the building. I walked out a full 15 minutes after the alarm had sounded. Expressions on the faces of the assembled throng, melting in the spring downpour, alternated between bemusement and scorn.
How could I? Well, I reckon I just did. And the sky didn't fall, after all. Turned out to be a fire in a trashcan. These things happen.
If I lived in the islands, things wouldn't be so rigid.