I went outside and practically nobody is out there. So I asked the ones that were why nobody was outside.
"The fire alarms always go off here". -Him
"Oh, well, that sucks, because 3rd floor is actually on fire" -Me
"It is!?" -Him
"Yeah, did anybody call 911?" -Me
So I called 911. Told them I thought the laundry room was on fire. They were there in about two minutes, flat. Turns out, it wasn't the laundry room. It was the apartment right next to the laundry room. An oven fire. A damn good one too, causing smoke like that to fill an entire hallway length as much as it did.
Once the firemen turned off the alarm, the guy across the hall poked his head out the door and yelled "about time!", then smelled/saw the smoke, came out into the hallway and said "oh, I guess there really was a fire". Dumbass. That's why there are firealarms. You don't mess with fires, dude.
Anyway, the point of this story is that I didn't cause the fire alarms to go off. It wasn't me. For once. Good job, Ella!!