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