We have a new domestic goddess at the pool. There I was this morning, paddling away, off in my own world. I heard a weird noise but thought little of it until it persisted. When I got to one end of the pool, I poked my head up and had a look around. Yup, the fire alarm was going off. Lights were flashing. The lifeguard was yelling at everyone to get out of the water.
He had us stand at one end of the pool near the exits until we were given the all-clear to get back in the water. The whole thing lasted about 20 lengths but because I could hear it under the surface, it felt like it went on a lot longer.
When I finally got out, I discovered that (a) the firemen couldn't find the control panel to turn off the alarm, which is why it went on for so long, and (b) the whole problem was started by overcooked popcorn. What an embarrassment all around.
It did make me wonder whether in a real emergency I would have been allowed to go back to my locker to retrieve my car keys. One can hope that I don't have to find out, especially in the middle of the winter.
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