Oh that reminds me of another story!!
I was making cinnamon rolls one day. I lived in an apartment where the smoke alarms went off every time I cooked, probably due to bad placement or something. Anyway, I kept hand fans near the one alarm and just fanned it off everytime I cooked. So after taking the rolls out of the oven, I turned it off, and went to fan off the smoke alarm. It came back on, and I fanned it off again. Then the one in the bedroom started in, and it became clear that something was very, very wrong.
As a little background, my apartment complex had been victimized by an arsonist lately, along with some very real fires, so we'd had at least 18 fires in the last year. Knowing this, I took my cell phone and headed down to the laundry room to see if he'd struck again. Nope, no fire. So, on the way back upstairs, I called 911 and explained the problem. She told me to get out of the apartment, but I wasn't leaving without my cat, so I got out her travel box and started looking for her. In the kitchen, I noticed that I had turned the oven to BROIL instead of OFF! Ah-ha, mystery solved!! (The heat was setting off the smoke alarms!)
The operator was still telling me to get out of the house, and I told her 'There Is No Fire!', and the fire trucks were on their way, sirens blaring. I was turning on fans and opening windows when they showed up and so I opened the door and let them in and explained the problem. I was so embarrassed. I did offer the cute firemen some cinnamon rolls, but they weren't interested. *sigh*
To this day, I call them my FireHouse Cinnamon Rolls.
For what it's worth, the firemen weren't angry at all. They said they'd rather rush to a false alarm then not get called for a very real emergency.