RE: goodday' captain

Bill, this is an awesome story. I was too awestruck to fully understand
when you explained yesterday! Companies can make and lose money, people get
promoted, emails are exchanged--- but you never forget the moments like an
omelet lady catching on fire. I hope she is OK! It sounds serious. Hey,
great show last night. I took off at the end of the 1st encore. Talk to
you later,
Scott

< -----Original Message-----
< From: Williams III, Bill [mailto:Bill.Williams.III@enron.com]
< Sent: Wednesday, July 11, 2001 11:10 AM
< To: Kuehn, M Scott
< Subject: RE: goodday' captain
<
< Scott,
< This is from a guy on our floor. He's a summer intern...and this is
< his Tuesday morning story. Incidentally I was standing directly in front
< of the old women picking out some green onions for my omelet when all hell
< broke loose. I took about three steps back and wandered towards the
< kitchen in search of a fire extinguisher. Didn't find one, and like Scott
< (the intern) was a bit disappointed in my reactions...ah well.
<
<
<
< I don't usually send out a group email, but listen to this shit. So I am
< sitting at work this morning minding my own business when all hell breaks
< loose. It is about 630am, and most of the trading has subsided for the
< morning. I decide to grab the first ham and cheese omelet from the women
< that are serving our breakfast this morning because who knows how long the
< food will last...today is a special day because we get a fresh cooked
< breakfast from a propane grill as opposed to the green eggs and ham that
< we are used to because no one wants to get up at 3am and cook a fresh
< breakfast for Enron employees, they usually cook it the night before. So,
< everyone on the floor is very excited and pumped up about the possibility
< of grabbing a nice breakfast without having the fear that later in the
< afternoon your ass would wreak havoc on you for eating the nasty green
< eggs. So, I grab the first omelet and the crowd surges toward the two 70
< year-old women at the grill. Everyone is smiling, deciding whether or not
< they want ham or maybe they will get crazy and add salsa or something.
< The next thing you know, straight out of a FOX tv show or "You've Gotta
< See This" episode...this old woman is engulfed in flames like the great
< fire of Chicago. The propane tanks heating the stove exploded and the
< flames are high and wide, raising up to ten feet in height. The place
< turns into a frenzy. Nobody can move, react, or anything. Everyone is
< frozen watching this old woman(picture happy Gilmore's grandma) go up like
< an old Christmas tree. A few seconds before this high school chemistry
< experiment, I was sitting on the first row right in the middle and I was
< staring at my two liquid display computer terminals and glancing at the
< sports ticker on ESPN2 on the 50inch Liquid FlatScreen TV that is directly
< above my desk. The old woman that went into flames is directly in front of
< me, about a literal three feet away and I am directly facing the inferno
< along with a co-worker who is catching the blunt of the heat of the
< flames. I don't save the old woman like most of you might have thought, I
< can't do anything but shout obscenities and wonder who the hell is going
< to jump in there and save this poor lady. The old woman is yelling
< ,"Somebody get me outta here!"...yet we all continue to stare.....finally,
< someone grabs her arm and yanks her out of the blaze. Who is this masked
< man, I have no clue. However, I do witness Les from middle marketing
< doing his best Maurice Greene directly for the fire extinguisher of which
< he is the only one in the office that has a clue where it is. I see
< someone throwing a pitcher of egg yolk on the fire earlier, which is
< funny, if not for the fact that an old lady is missing half of her hair
< and her arms are about to blister up. The blaze is extinguished after
< taking a hell of a toll on the old woman, ruining the flat screen tv that
< used to sit above me, and torching a bunch of cabinets and the backs of
< computer screens. The alarm in our building 3 World Trade Center is
< screaming, and the smoke is enough to make even Polarek leave the area.
< So, the fire departemnt comes and the old woman is now out of the building
< and on her way to the hospital. Who knows what condition she is in, but
< all I know is I hope I am never around a bunch of vaginas(myself and the
< rest of us that did nothing) when I go up in flames someday. Well, I have
< to get back to work because I have wasted about 20 minutes writing this
< drama. Take care, Scotty
<
<
< Hope you liked the show last night.
< Take it easy. B

- C.DTF