Sometimes in order to get things done, you really need to use the F word.
Especially if it's true.
I'm not talking about the naughty F word, I'm talking about the other F word:
My El car caught fire this morning. Not the whole car, just the heating unit behind my seat. We could actually see flames licking up along the door. The first time it happened, the engineer came back and (I thought) turned off the heater.
But then it happened again two stops later.
The woman nearest it said, in a calm, but not very loud voice: "Can someone hit the button? It's happening again."
Now, this is fine, but not all the people on the train were the same ones who'd been there before. Specifically, the guy nearest said button had only just gotten on and had no clue there'd been a fire.
So I had to speak up. I'm a fairly soft-spoken person (stop laughing, it's true!) but I can make my voice carry - with authority - when I need to.
EEE(calling along the length of the train car): SIR! Press the emergency button please! The heater is on FIRE again.
Firm, loud, calm, no panic. Things progressed in an orderly fashion.
I guess I'm not as useless in a (psuedo)emergency as I thought.
So, the day can only get less interesting from here.
Have a great day, all!
Oh! And: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!