About 1:15 this afternoon, as I was getting ready for a rapid departure, we had a fire drill. I took my usual place at the top of the emergency stairwell. Since I am classified as handicapped (mentally), I don't have to exit the building; and in the case of a real fire I would be carried downstairs by a hunky fireman, in theory.
Well our second floor safety officer came out into the stairwell and said, "Tom, you can do whatever you feel comfortable doing, but this is not a drill."
I took the stairs.