and with that my hypnotic journey to the subconscious realm was rudely interrupted. whatever it was, the stimulating mental image of a bedsheet-clad miss denisE*kelleR had to wait.
i can't remember the last time i had a fire drill. no, wait. Secondary 2. yes that's it. that was fun. and boys being boys we'd take the opportunity to run riot and create an emergency drill of our own. without any safety procedures whatsoever.
but the scene today was tenfold more organised and systematic, obviously. and these office people do it dead on automatica. it's as if all they do is vacate burning buildings when they are not busy with work. the parking lot where we all gathered to do a staff count inevitably turned into a social lounge. under the sun with no roof and asphalt for floor. there it struck me just how ugly, pale and repressed office life can make you look. and bland as well.
i was trying my best to comprehend the latest and trendiest in dull officewear fashion when i suddenly thought of random worst-case senarios if there was a real fire. it would be a real downer if you get stuck in the lift with a foul-smelling big fat delivery guy. and imagine what's left of your dignity if you get stranded in the copier room while having an in-out with one of the secretaries.
but of all the scenes that ran through my head i left out the most probable one. i was in the male toilet washing my hands shortly after the drill and a man conveniently came out of a faeces-stenched cubicle just behind me and casually asked what was the commotion outside all about.
at that very moment i stopped to wonder exactly how firefighters would react if they were to have found this imbecile's charred body with his pants down.
with shit halfway out.
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