This lunchtime, I had to nip out of the office briefly to see a man about a dog; so I told a co-worker I was going off site, and she was like,
What are you telling me for? I'm not your mother! I told her if the building went on fire, I didn't want some firefighter going into a burning building looking for me when I wasn't there. I'm hardly the world's most health-and-safety conscious person; but I really don't want to be responsible for
that.
The thing is, I grew up in the 1970s; and at least once every year, we would all be dragged into the school hall where a projector had been set up, and shown some horrific safety films about the dangers of trespassing on railway lines, flying kites near electricity pylons or going off somewhere without first telling a grown-up where you were going. Frit the arse off me, them short films did ..... Especially the one about the football-mad boy who loses his legs while trying to cross a railway track ..... And at secondary school, fire drills were taken
extremely seriously. We were not even allowed to talk to one another on the way to the designated assembly points, in case orders needed to be shouted out. (Then there was the time the whole superannuated fire alarm system broke down and all the bells, control panel units and break-glass devices had to be replaced -- in the middle of A-levels. But that's another story .....)
This isn't one of them, it's just a nicely-dubbed English version of a famous German parody of the safety-film genre.
