With that sound engraved into my mind (thanks to some brain-half-filled-knob who broke the fire alarm at my office park) I bid this Monday a good riddance.
The irony is that not a single person ran out of the front doors frantically trying to save their lives.
Methinks that we are all a sad bunch of workaholics.
3 comments:
Oh lord ive had that happen to me before. The cound remains with you for hours. Its terrible.
thanks for understanding! it is 6am the next morning, and it is still with me.
*sniff*
I'm sorry.
It made me laugh, though, that no one was fazed enough to exit.
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