Whew. Wasn’t Me.

Im in Beantown. Boston, Massachusetts. Flew in late this afternoon after long delays so I can meet with clients tomorrow morning to disucss enhancing their current cyber security. Actually, I’m just outside of Boston in Needham Mass. And at 11:30 PM, the firealarms went off and the firetrucks came.

Its funny the things that go through your mind when you receive a warning that your hotel is on fire. At first you think, “Was it something I did?” I had just turned up the heat and there was the smell of old burnt dust in the room so maybe it was my own heater that caused the blaring alarm in my room.

Also, I had just farted really, really loud. At the moment I was quite proud of it. And then when I imagined that my own epic fart had set off the building’s fire alarm, I thought, “Dang, my farts require the response of Hazmat teams,” which my wife would probably vouch for.

After about two minutes when I realized that the alarms weren’t false, and weren’t due to my epic farts, and they just weren’t going to stop, I scooped up my valuables including my laptop and backpack and went into the lobby where I shot the video above. Firetrucks had arrived quickly and firemen were investigating the back room kitchens. After five minutes the alarms finally stopped. We were given the all-clear and we all returned to our rooms, but mine still has some lingering foulness- Damn you Dulles Airport California Tortilla and United Airlines Mrs. T’s Bloody Mary Mix!