|One by one, the grinding noises stopped
||[Dec. 5th, 2008|02:39 am]
On Saturday, just before dropping Maya leadsynth off at the airport, we stopped in briefly at Alex oniugnip's place of work. Nobody was around, it being a holiday weekend. When we got into the office part of the office, Maya scrunched up her face and said "Noise floor", which is Maya for "It's too loud in here." It did seem pretty loud, and none of us could suss where the noise was coming from. Suddenly, we all realized that the little tabletop fountains had dried up since the last time anyone had been in the office -- presumably Wednesday -- and were now all grinding away loudly with no water to pump.
I don't think we even discussed it. We just ran off to the nearest sinks in all directions, grabbing whatever water bottles and coffee mugs we found on our way, ran back with water, and poured it into each fountain until, one by one, the grinding noises stopped and were replaced by gentle, rippling water sounds. We weren't particularly graceful or coordinated in our rescue effort, but something about our sense of urgency impressed me. It was as if we were trying to save a living, conscious creature, not just refill fountains. For a couple of minutes, it was the most important thing in the world.