Ok, my turn to blather.
The wife & I were on the 22nd floor of the St. Louis downtown Mariott when a (false) fire alarm went off.
Grabbed the luggage (2 pcs ea) & headed for elevator.
Flashing light: "Emergency - use stairs".
So there we went, scrambling down 22 floors (44 flights) of stairs with all this luggage & thinking we were in the towering inferno.
When we got to the lobby, everything was normal and the guy with the feather in his hat came up and wanted to "take our bags".
Don't remember just what I said, but he didn't take 'em.
