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So we've started a new project for one of the departments in the neighbouring building. But the records we're finding are ambiguous, so we're not sure we're doing it correctly. A colleague of mine and I decide to tramp over and get a clarification.
As we reach the end of the underground passage connecting the two buildings, we find it swarming with munchkins. They're all as eerily quiet as a parochial school class cowed by fear of eternal damnation. The chaperones arrange for the sea of small faces to part and allow us through.
We find the contact person for the project and begin a brief but energetic discussion just inside the doorway to the department. Then she notices a uniformed officer strolling through the hallway behind us and asks, "Can I help you with something?"
"Yes, I'm looking for about forty kids. Have you seen them?"
I look past him to where they were before. No sign at all. "They were milling around that staircase about five minutes ago," I told him. "I don't know where they are now."
"Think they went up it?"
"You can't go up it." (It's a short stair to an emergency exit.) "But maybe they went up the one in the middle." I walk over with him and point out the central staircase that connects all three floors of the building. He thanks me and goes up.
WTF? If we end up with a hostage situation in the listening lab, dear readers, I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
As we reach the end of the underground passage connecting the two buildings, we find it swarming with munchkins. They're all as eerily quiet as a parochial school class cowed by fear of eternal damnation. The chaperones arrange for the sea of small faces to part and allow us through.
We find the contact person for the project and begin a brief but energetic discussion just inside the doorway to the department. Then she notices a uniformed officer strolling through the hallway behind us and asks, "Can I help you with something?"
"Yes, I'm looking for about forty kids. Have you seen them?"
I look past him to where they were before. No sign at all. "They were milling around that staircase about five minutes ago," I told him. "I don't know where they are now."
"Think they went up it?"
"You can't go up it." (It's a short stair to an emergency exit.) "But maybe they went up the one in the middle." I walk over with him and point out the central staircase that connects all three floors of the building. He thanks me and goes up.
WTF? If we end up with a hostage situation in the listening lab, dear readers, I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
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