Last semester my roommate and I were just hanging out on a cold Saturday night when the alarm goes off. So we go outside, lalala, and wait. And wait. And wait. Apparently, the German people on 5 had hung their clothes from the sprinkler system to dry, pulling the sprinkler out of the pipe, bursting the water main and flooding the entire suite. We were outside for two hours. The alarm in our room was going off for four hours after that, and the fire department guy was basically an asshole to me when I asked why.

I hate fire alarms.