This morning was quite eventful. As I parked my car in the company parking garage, I saw a group of people in the elevator bank looking down on the street. (We were on the 12th floor.)
I walked over and saw a fire truck – OUTSIDE our office building.
“What happened?” I asked.
The group wasn’t sure but they had seen three men go running into the loading dock screaming into their two-way radios.
We tried to call the elevator but it had been shut down. We got some exercise walking down eight flights of stairs. We entered the lobby and stood there while the security people ran up and down the hallways with their radios. So, we looked out the windows and watched a second fire truck pull up as well as an ambulance.
In the end, there had been a small fire in the loading dock, which was put out with a fire extinguisher. The safety procedures my company has in place worked.
And because my mind works differently than most, one of my first thoughts was this: “I sure hope my packages were shipped out yesterday or there will be a couple of disappointed family members on Christmas.”