Can this trip get any better?

After a long day, a broken toe, and too many meetings, I had just talked to Jay for the night and was just crawling in bed to read a bit before I went to sleep. When, what to my wondering ears should I hear? But the motel fire alarms going off. I opened the door and peaked down the hall and the fire strobes were flashing. A recording came over the PA system in my room (does anyone else find it disturbing that there is a PA system in the room) and says, "there is a fire emergency at the hotel. Everyone please evacuate immediately. Do not use the elevators, but walk calmly to the nearest stairwell and go to the main lobby." Really, are you kidding me? So, by the time I get dressed, because I'm certainly not going to the lobby in my nightgown...I have standards you know, and I gather up my computer, my nook, my camera, my jewelry bag (because you all now know how important my accessories are), my purse and the new sweaters I just bought ( I know what you're thinking...but I'm only on the 3rd floor and I can jump that far. Besides, I'm in the arena room remember? There have to be about a hundred exits out of that place. They can't ALL be blocked by flames.) the PA system guy announces that there is no emergency. Please resume your normal activities. So you see, I could have been seen racing down the hallway, with my broken toe, in my nightgown screaming, "fire, fire fire!!!" But instead I am nearly packed for morning and my dignity is still in tact.