We were in Best Buy today. Ack! We keep our forays into Americana to a minimum, because we just don't thrive in malls and traffic and chain stores, etc. I do appreciate the convenience of parking right where you shop, but these trips do tend to make me tired and cranky. And when J and I go there together it is much worse, we feed off each other and end up miserable. But we need (need? want) a new CD player, and so there we were. And there was a fire alarm, like a real one. And the whole store had to evacuate, fire trucks and the whole thing. As we were leaving, we heard a woman ask, can I just buy this stuff first? We had a moment of solemn reflection at the state of American Saturday afternoon commerce and at how easy it is to ignore fire alarms. The staff, as it happens, told her no, but they would hold it for her. Our solemn reflection, unfortunately, took the form of us self-righteously saying, WHAT? Can you BELIEVE that? And mocking her, "the fire is at the back, right, so I can just pay for this up front" and such. See, J and I should not go into Americana together. We turn into horrible people.