Tuesday. 9.45am. Coffee is served. Some hardy types are already looking dreamily out of the window."There now follows a test of the fire alarm system. When you hear the fire alarm, please do not evacuate the building."
Ten minutes earlier...
...an excitable, bearded figure is seen talking to camera in the car park.
"Earlier today, we replaced all the fire alarms in the headquarters of Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs with a Brown Noise Generator. When it goes off, it will ensure that each and every living soul in that accursed building will involunarily soil their undergarments.
"Now, with the flip of a switch, let's see if they're GAME FOR A LAUGH!"
They were not Game for a Laugh.
5 comments:
Evacuated your underwear though, didn't ya?
If you wear brown knickers anyway, who's to know?
This is why I keep earplugs in my desk. As soon as I see the alarm guys in the building - I pop them in and sit in blissful semi-silence while all around me cringe in pain.
What?
Every Monday, at my workplace we have a fire alarm test, at the beginning it always used to scare the life out of me and make me jump, but after a while I somehow got used to it. It'd still go off but I wouldn't react, it's strange how you can change like that.
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