To keep everyone - including myself - on their toes and alert, I keep quizzing people on disaster response protocols. I'm glad there isn't really a tornado. No one wants to assume crash position huddles in the restrooms. We may be doomed, but we'll maintain our dignity in the face of natural disasters.
It's a little alarming the responses I got on how to respond to a fatality.
''Am I a suspect?''
''I don't know. For the sake of the exercise... It was an accident.''
''Oh. Then I guess we should dial 911.''
But only after we determine none of us are murderers. Of course.
I'd be a lot more worried if I wasn't slightly delirious.
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Side note: my new Palm takes some pretty amazing photos of random shit. I'm impressed by the quality. It's almost like you're there staring at my feet with me. Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy.
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