Aye, aye, aye.
There was toilet paper all over the floor of the 4th floor Men's bathroom. Water was running from all 5 sinks and one of the urinals was overflowing. I had no idea why anybody would trash the bathroom, but I really had to shit, so I figured I'd report the problem later. I went into a stall, picked up an issue of Sports Illustrated that was laying on the floor next to the toilet and beneath the rolls of toilet paper. I was reading some article about Roger Federer when the alarm went off. Smoke began to fill the bathroom so I finished, got up, and ran out of the bathroom. The hallway was on fire. People were screaming as they trampled over each other, trying to get to the fire escape that was 3 feet in front of me. I'm sure I could get to the fire escape before being ignited and sent to hell, but instead I hesitated. Instead I felt the urge to go back to my desk and finishing processing a couple of applications. Something told me that this wasn't really happening. As I walked back to my desk, my boss ran screaming by me, his head engorged in flames.
3 comments:
i like where this is going. perhaps you could develop the story a little bit more and maybe tell us more about the characters. and why do you think the building went on fire?
you are the best blogger in the universe. thats for sure.
i second what josh saids.
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