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Scott,
=09This is from a guy on our floor. He's a summer intern...and this is his= Tuesday morning story. Incidentally I was standing directly in front of t= he old women picking out some green onions for my omelet when all hell brok= e loose. I took about three steps back and wandered towards the kitchen in= search of a fire extinguisher. Didn't find one, and like Scott (the inter= n) was a bit disappointed in my reactions...ah well. I don't usually send out a group email, but listen to this shit. So I am s= itting at work this morning minding my own business when all hell breaks lo= ose. It is about 630am, and most of the trading has subsided for the morni= ng. I decide to grab the first ham and cheese omelet from the women that a= re serving our breakfast this morning because who knows how long the food w= ill last...today is a special day because we get a fresh cooked breakfast f= rom a propane grill as opposed to the green eggs and ham that we are used t= o because no one wants to get up at 3am and cook a fresh breakfast for Enro= n employees, they usually cook it the night before. So, everyone on the flo= or is very excited and pumped up about the possibility of grabbing a nice b= reakfast without having the fear that later in the afternoon your ass would= wreak havoc on you for eating the nasty green eggs. So, I grab the first = omelet and the crowd surges toward the two 70 year-old women at the grill. = Everyone is smiling, deciding whether or not they want ham or maybe they w= ill get crazy and add salsa or something. The next thing you know, straigh= t out of a FOX tv show or "You've Gotta See This" episode...this old woman = is engulfed in flames like the great fire of Chicago. The propane tanks he= ating the stove exploded and the flames are high and wide, raising up to te= n feet in height. The place turns into a frenzy. Nobody can move, react, o= r anything. Everyone is frozen watching this old woman(picture happy Gilmo= re's grandma) go up like an old Christmas tree. A few seconds before this = high school chemistry experiment, I was sitting on the first row right in t= he middle and I was staring at my two liquid display computer terminals and= glancing at the sports ticker on ESPN2 on the 50inch Liquid FlatScreen TV = that is directly above my desk. The old woman that went into flames is dire= ctly in front of me, about a literal three feet away and I am directly faci= ng the inferno along with a co-worker who is catching the blunt of the heat= of the flames. I don't save the old woman like most of you might have thou= ght, I can't do anything but shout obscenities and wonder who the hell is g= oing to jump in there and save this poor lady. The old woman is yelling ,"= Somebody get me outta here!"...yet we all continue to stare.....finally, so= meone grabs her arm and yanks her out of the blaze. Who is this masked man= , I have no clue. However, I do witness Les from middle marketing doing hi= s best Maurice Greene directly for the fire extinguisher of which he is the= only one in the office that has a clue where it is. I see someone throwing= a pitcher of egg yolk on the fire earlier, which is funny, if not for the = fact that an old lady is missing half of her hair and her arms are about to= blister up. The blaze is extinguished after taking a hell of a toll on th= e old woman, ruining the flat screen tv that used to sit above me, and torc= hing a bunch of cabinets and the backs of computer screens. The alarm in o= ur building 3 World Trade Center is screaming, and the smoke is enough to m= ake even Polarek leave the area. So, the fire departemnt comes and the old= woman is now out of the building and on her way to the hospital. Who know= s what condition she is in, but all I know is I hope I am never around a bu= nch of vaginas(myself and the rest of us that did nothing) when I go up in = flames someday. Well, I have to get back to work because I have wasted abo= ut 20 minutes writing this drama. Take care, Scotty =09Hope you liked the show last night. =09Take it easy. B
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