dinsdag, 22 augustus 2006

Slow whoop

Calmly every one walked down the stairs, chatting a bit, even laughing. We gathered at the muster point, in the sun. Some smoked a cigarette. Nice, a break.
We heard the fire truck. People looked up. It would not be for our office? A bit odd for a fire drill. The truck pulled up in front of us and a bunch of fire men jumped out and entered the building. Anxiety all around. Indeed, we had not heard the ‘this is a drill, this is a drill, this is a drill’ announcement, but still…
The fire men left the building 15 minutes later. Only false alarm, but a nice afternoon of action and sensation for us office people.

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