I had to exit the building on non-vital business. As you could imagine, the building has many methods of egress. Some more desirable than others.
I’m not talking about the opulence of the doorway or kindness of those you meet along the way. I’m talking about what it spills out to. I’ve exited into many thorny or weird situations (I was leaving through a service elevator, threw open the outside door and had a guys head – still attached to his body – thud between my feet. Another passenger looked at him and said, “Hi, Chuck.”) so, as you could imagine, I’m hard pressed to pay it any mind.
I turn a slight corner and see a guy facing the wall. That’s never a good sign due to the fact there are limited reasons to be doing that.
A) A time out
B) He’s pissing
Just so you know, it’s never letter A.
I see fluid shimmer between his feet. He must have heard me but that didn’t stop the flow of production. He turned his head to better face me, blinked himself into focus a time or two and said,
“I wouldn’t step in that. It’s coming out burning like hell.”
Who says man has ceased looking out for his fellow man?