At this moment, about 500 firemen and 300,000,000,000,000,000 firetrucks (complete with cool extend-o-ladders) materialized around the building. There was mildly bemused confusion as the fire department attempted to escort us out of the building and various co-workers would vanish so that they could quickly pick their noses before leaving the building.
Once we got outside, we discovered two things:
The "fire" was a smouldering garbage can in an office on the second floor.
The fire department told us that the building would not be reopened until the landlord fixed the "numerous fire code violations".
Various co-workers said, "WHAT? I left my keys up there!" I chuckled to myself and went car shopping.
As it turns out, the fire department will allow the building to be open from 9 to 5, so I guess the violations weren't too major. Still, it's amusing to know that I will be FORCED to leave work at 5 up until my last day Friday. I also marvel at how modern society has completely blunted the average American's sense of self-preservation.