I'm sure I'm not the only one who has thought of this - at least women. You have that moment when you're all alone in a quiet doctor's office with muffled voices in the distance. You're sitting completely naked except for those paper gowns they give you. Looking around the room and reading all the posters in the office on cholesterol, the liver, or mapping out where you are on the dreaded BMI poster that every room seems to have. Then you spot the escape route map. If you're like me, you consider how awful it would be for the alarm to go off at this very moment and there be an evacuation - with you in just your paper gown. Surely you'll be the only one without any clothes on. Then I hear it. A sudden, blaring, unpleasant, concerning alarm. BRAAAP, BRAAAP, BRAAAP! I wonder if I'm supposed to evacuate or if I should wait for someone to come get me. BRAAAP, BRAAAP, BRAAAP! Certainly someone remembers that I'm in here. BRAAAP, BRAAAP, BRAAAP! I can still hear voices outside the door - so I assume they've got it under control. I'll leave if I start to smell something funny or hear people yelling. BRAAAP, BRAAAP, BRAAAP! Have I lost your mind? Is anyone evacuating? Am I the only one who hears it? Will the alarm get shut off? Should I leave your room? Naked? Finally after an eon the alarm goes off. WHEW! The doctor or nurse comes in. No explanation. Hmm. Now everytime I'm left alone in a doctor's office, I will think about this...and how close I was to having to expose myself to the world (or at least passers-by in Huber Heights). It could happen to you.
