Passengers sit at the gates, anxiously. A few get up, look around, and sit down again. Everyone, it seems, has no idea which to choose and appears to be holding out for the former. The alarm continues screaming at us, and rather that growing more apprehensive, people calm down. Apparently, if there s no visible danger, all is well.
More people move through the burger line.
I must admit, I m no exception, but ten years of school fire drills tell me I should go finish my lunch in the rain on the nearest basketball court. My mother says that if there was really a fire, the Burger King staff would stop cooking and leave. A few minutes later the alarm stops. Flight 666 to a fiery death has been cancelled, ladies and gentlemen, we regret any inconvenience. Apparently, somebody had opened an emergency exit door.