Message-ID: <24726363.1075863311592.JavaMail.evans@thyme> Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 13:25:48 -0700 (PDT) From: m.scott.kuehn@intel.com To: bill.williams@enron.com Subject: RE: goodday' captain Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-From: "Kuehn, M Scott" @ENRON X-To: Williams III, Bill X-cc: X-bcc: X-Folder: \Williams III, Bill (Non-Privileged)\Bill Williams III X-Origin: Williams-B X-FileName: Williams III, Bill (Non-Privileged).pst 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