The last apartment complex I lived in had 19 fires in one year. Yes, I said NINETEEN. The first two fires were caused by electrical problems, destroyed a few buildings and people had to be moved. The next 16 fires were little fires started in the laundry rooms by an arsonist. Lots of smoke and people driven out of their apartments, nobody hurt. They caught the arsonist and we all breathed a sigh of relief, but then there was yet another electrical fire that destroyed 4 buildings, this one only a block from my apartment.
But....somewhere between the 18th and 19th fire, I had the incident that I will call
The Fire Alarm Cinnamon Rolls
I was making cinnamon rolls one day, and while they were baking, the smoke alarm goes off. It goes off every time I used the stove or the oven, so I just fanned it off as usual. It went on again. And again. Then the alarm in the bedroom started up. I started to wonder (the rolls were out of the oven by now), and picked up my cell phone and called 911. While on the phone with the dispatcher, I ran downstairs to check the laundry room. No fire.
So, the dispatcher is telling me to get OUT of the apartment, and I'm determined to FIND this fire, and get my cat packed up, and grab my purse first. (The cat traveling case was by the front door, where it has resided since the first fire in the complex). So while I'm running through my apartment (and probably sounding like I'm dying, seeing as I'm a rather large woman and just ran up and down stairs!), I went into the kitchen and realized that I had turned the oven to BROIL instead of OFF! OH DUH!! So I tell the dispatcher what's going on, and please cancel the firemen, and I start opening the windows. She keeps telling me to get OUT, and I keep saying THERE IS NO FIRE!!
So then the sirens are going, the fire trucks show up, and some (really good-looking!) firemen show up at my door! I let them in and explain the problem and how embarrassed I am about it. By this time, all of the windows are open and the fans are blowing, and the smoke alarms have been silenced. They were very nice about it, and I offered them some freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, but they weren't interested.
But I'll never forget those cinnamon rolls. They weren't my best effort, either.
Oh go ahead and laugh. I did. It's a funny story!