Yesterday, the firm alarm went off at work after mostly everyone had left (hence all the people that were still there were trying to finish last-minute, time-sensitive, very important stuff).
There is no word that can convey the sense of agony I felt upon hearing that piercing screech.
There is a gesture combined with a noise though (covering my ears and gently whimpering, if you must know).
Waiting outside while fire truck after fire truck pulled up to investigate a bad light fixture was just short of tragical. But the parade of burly calendar models charging in with axes and masks pushed it over the top straight into dinner party anecdote territory.
But again, work bonding and camaraderie occurred like a charm bracelet between us poor drones who were fatefully caught in Limbo—mainly due to the easy consensus on two simple frozen-water-cooler topics: "Wait'll everyone hears about tomorrow!" and "It's so bleeping cold."
That's the stuff that'll kick down the toughest firewall between acquaintances and upgrade your systems right quick to Forced Friendship 2.0!