Yesterday at the office, I heard an unfamiliar voice raised in anger. I cannot remember the words, but the tone was threatening.
I whispered to my Quad-mates, "Who is that?"
One of my colleagues, sitting nearer the office from whence the voice emanated said she thought it was someone recounting a story, not an actual argument. As there was then conversation and no further angry utterances, I strolled that direction - past the office, to the next one over. I ducked in and asked a friend of mine what he thought had happened.
He said a visitor was talking to our colleague in the next office, and she was talking about something like an accident she was in, and repeating the harsh words of the altercation.
Which is not so interesting. Here's what I did find interesting, however.
All of us in my corner were immediately on guard, clenched, poised for escape. One woman said she had her phone in her hand, and she knew exactly where she was heading.
I said I would run for the stairs, but another colleague pointed out that that would necessitate crossing the hallway, and it's a long, open, straight shot down the hall. Whereas we could climb over our cupboards and hide in a back room.
One of our colleagues watches a lot of CSI and some other show I didn't know. She pointed out that we should figure out the duct work.
Which, if I can't make it to the stairs, seems like a great idea to me.