Reading In Reverse

The pathelogically lying pyromaniac

The building was on fire and this time it wasn't my fault. I ran out of the elevator on the 11th floor because I was late for a meeting and the printer was on fire. It must have spread quickly because now the trash can was lit in flames too. To be completly honest with you I didn't really want to put it out so I let the flames spread a little more and burn more of the office before I yelled out "FIRE!" And slowly went to reac for the fire extinguisher but remembered we didn't have one since it had expired just yesterday. Someone had forgot to replace it and I can say with 100% certainty that it was not me.

Several of my collegues came running into the room. All with a terrified expression on their faces. Sonia, my boss, gave me a disappointed look of disgust. Almost as if she blamed me for starting the fire. Who wouldn't blame me? I don't blame myself, partially because I didn't actually start the fire. I'm not sure who did, it might have been Tim from marketing, he seems like the type of guy to be a pyromaniac.

Regardless, after 15 minutes of just standing around, the fire departement showed up. They got mad at Sonia for not having replaced the fire extinguisher in the office and that it was apparently a major hazard and threat to everyone's safety and BLAH BLAH BLAH.