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6:30 am. The Hilton Garden Inn in Louisville.
I thought the person who had my room before me had set the alarm clock. Nope. We had to all evacuate the hotel. I sleepily rushed, put my jeans and coat on, grabbed my purse and laptop (and room key) and stumbled into the hallway.
Other sleepy people were stumbling around, too. We looked like a bunch of drunks. One guy was still trying to put his sneakers on.
At the stairway, a man actually held the door open for me.
We were on the top of the hotel, on the 8th floor. Down we went. As we hit each floor, more people in the stairwell. Quiet. Orderly. No complaints. Just trudge trudge trudge.
Good thing there wasn't a real fire, eh?
Got outside, went to the front of the hotel. Called Chris. Heard sirens. The first fire truck pulls up. We all wait some more. Another fire truck pulls up.…