Inspired by this thread.
A few years ago at the wholesale club, we had an honest-to-Frisbee fire scare. I'm at the front door this particular weekend, when someone points out smoke in the aisle. I look where he's pointing, don't see anything at first, and then quickly radio one of the MoD's to check it out. By the time the MoD gets over there, the smoke is getting really obvious, and you can definitely smell wood burning.
So naturally we pull the fire alarm and ask everyone to leave the building immediately. That means we stop all transactions and get everyone out.
Well, the sheeple shopping assume that "evacuate the building" means "wait outside in the vestibule." I step outside and tell them, "Everyone, OUTSIDE the building! That means OUTSIDE, NOT in the vestibule!"
As this was my first time having to deal with this situation, I was not aware that the regulations state that everyone must wait in the parking lot, on the other side of the service road in front of the store. An MoD tells me, so I once again step forward and shout it, "Everyone, IN THE PARKING LOT! ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD!" There was some grumbling, but everyone did as told.
The fire department arrives, investigates, and the fire turns out to have been outside. Someone had chucked their cigarette butt into the mulch by our "smoker's stop," there being no ashtrays over there that day for some reason. The mulch had caught fire, and the smoke had gone under the foundation of the building and into the club.
The all-clear is given, everyone goes back inside, and there's the predictable bitch-fest from people who were inconvenienced by all this. I find out later that some people had actually tried to refuse to leave until their orders were rung up, and one in particular got quite pissed when my (now ex) Awesome Coworker CT point-blank refused, saying she had a "higher calling, it's called 'Mommy.'" Her point being that she was not going to endanger her life and leave her little girl without a mommy.
I got plenty of people who were demanding to know what the fire was about, who set it, etc., and all I could tell them was, "I can't discuss it, but if I knew who did it, there would be Words. Four-letter ones. And then probably just unintelligible shouts of pain and misery."
A few years ago at the wholesale club, we had an honest-to-Frisbee fire scare. I'm at the front door this particular weekend, when someone points out smoke in the aisle. I look where he's pointing, don't see anything at first, and then quickly radio one of the MoD's to check it out. By the time the MoD gets over there, the smoke is getting really obvious, and you can definitely smell wood burning.
So naturally we pull the fire alarm and ask everyone to leave the building immediately. That means we stop all transactions and get everyone out.
Well, the sheeple shopping assume that "evacuate the building" means "wait outside in the vestibule." I step outside and tell them, "Everyone, OUTSIDE the building! That means OUTSIDE, NOT in the vestibule!"
As this was my first time having to deal with this situation, I was not aware that the regulations state that everyone must wait in the parking lot, on the other side of the service road in front of the store. An MoD tells me, so I once again step forward and shout it, "Everyone, IN THE PARKING LOT! ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROAD!" There was some grumbling, but everyone did as told.
The fire department arrives, investigates, and the fire turns out to have been outside. Someone had chucked their cigarette butt into the mulch by our "smoker's stop," there being no ashtrays over there that day for some reason. The mulch had caught fire, and the smoke had gone under the foundation of the building and into the club.
The all-clear is given, everyone goes back inside, and there's the predictable bitch-fest from people who were inconvenienced by all this. I find out later that some people had actually tried to refuse to leave until their orders were rung up, and one in particular got quite pissed when my (now ex) Awesome Coworker CT point-blank refused, saying she had a "higher calling, it's called 'Mommy.'" Her point being that she was not going to endanger her life and leave her little girl without a mommy.
I got plenty of people who were demanding to know what the fire was about, who set it, etc., and all I could tell them was, "I can't discuss it, but if I knew who did it, there would be Words. Four-letter ones. And then probably just unintelligible shouts of pain and misery."
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