I lived in an apartment building in Austin where people would throw half-smoked joints into the trash compactor. First two, maybe three times, i would head out to the fire line in my pajamas, with a shivering Chihuahua in tow. After the fourth alarm, I just stood out on the balcony, due to the eyeball quivering alarm, and wait until i smelled actual smoke.

Bonus, there was a Koi pond under my balcony, so evacuation was a well timed jump away.

Fuck you of you dispose of anything alight into a community trash receptacle...

Yeah. Pull it and go to a different floor and look around. You aren't standing around waiting for them unless you have some weird 1930s pull station

I mean assuming it takes them five minutes to respond and they're going to a different floor I'd say that's plenty of time