Same time, same place, same level… 4.

The fire extinguisher – 2

As I said before, the fire extinguishers saw little use, but on the one occasion they were needed,  they  sure  turned into an instrument of calamity.
In the old days, before computers became widespread even at airports as small as ours, the message switching center was of the torn-tape type.Firefighter This noisy clearing  house  of  thousands  of aeronautical messages was in fact one,  long  room,  with  a  few dozen clattering telex machines and the same  number  of  harried operators,  feeding  perforated  tape  into  their  machines  and tearing off messages arriving for local addressees. It was mostly women working here and their ages ranged from the ripe  young  to the definitely stale. As there was no air  conditioning  and  the windows had to be kept closed even in summer to keep the aircraft noise out, the amount of skin exposed by  the  younger  operators grew in step with  the  outside  air temperature. Little wonder that some controllers spent  an  undue amount of their rest time checking messages…

The mountains of paper generated by the center were kept in the basement in nice rolls to be sold eventually for recycling but there were also old fashioned wicker baskets  in  the  center itself for collecting the odd pieces of perforated tape and  the confetti from the perforators. Towards the end of a  shift,  these tended to fill to overflowing.
When, one afternoon, smoke started streaming from one  of the  baskets,  the  girls  at  first   stood   paralyzed.  Then, remembering her training, one of them  grabbed  the  now  flaming container and ran out into the corridor, depositing  it  in  a corner. This and  some  water  would  have  put  an  end  to  the fireworks had not a radio operator, who happened to walk by, also remembered  his  training.  He  grabbed  one  of   the   fire extinguishers from the wall and with impeccable aim blew into the basket. This had  the  totally  unexpected  effect  of  spreading flaming paper all over the corridor. By this time someone had the sense of alerting the airport fire brigade, who arrived in force, breaking through one of the windows, and in short order  putting  out the flames.
This episode  had  the  further,  far  more  unpleasant, consequence of all of us having   to  go  through  the  fire prevention training once again…
 

 

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