I spent a week in Toronto last year over the holidays. About 4am The fire alarm went off and told everyone to evacuate the building. I grabbed my wallet before I left so I would have a key to get back into the room. Needless to say I was a little cognac'd and Guinness'd so it took a moment to find my wallet. In the meantime, my wife and our two friends staying in the next room started out. And what do they always say about elevators in a fire? So yeah, I ran down 30 flights of stairs. That didn't bother me, I'm in decent physical condition. Twas fun laughing at some fatties while I passed them in the stairwell. I get outside and everyone started laughing at me. I was in bright orange shorts, a tanktop, sandals, and it's about -2C.

That weather doesn't bother me, but yeah, I had a group cracking up.
Why did I have to run down 30 flights of stairs at 4am you may ask. Some doofus decided to smoke a cigarette in a non-smoking room at ~4am.