No Running
I used to work in a chemical plant. The informal rule around the plant, due to the danger associated with most of the compound onsite, was that you never run anywhere, ever.
Running meant you were running from something, and oil rig workers, chemical plant operators and prison guards don’t run unless there are lives in the balance.
Anyway, I’m in the control room, in the middle of a shift run when a new-ish guy comes streaking down the hall like his hair was on fire and his ass was catching. Following him, and trying to keep up are half of my equipment operators/technicians.
My mind raced at all the potential scenarios that could be happening to make thus full grown, ex military guy flee like a 6 year old girl.
I start to initiate an emergency reactor scram and quick stop, and hit the emergency over pressure bottles in the control room when the last guy in the conga line stops just outside my window with a simultaneous look of confusion and anger.
10 guys had abandoned their post because this one guy had diarrhea, and they played “follow the idiot” all the way to the men’s room because he had us all thinking that the plant was going to explode. Needless to say, he got more than a stern talking to when he got finished. Story credit: Reddit / [deleted]