Locked Up in Sears with No Where to Go

Imagine this:

It's closing time in the Sears Portrait Studio and you are left by yourself to do the closing duties Satan himself could only dream up. These naturally take an hour to do. Around 9, 9:15, you start to notice some of the lights going off in the store, as Sears itself has closed. Naturally, the comforting words of your boss come to mind and you reassure yourself by repeating "You will never be left alone in the store." Rushing as fast as possible to get the cash count, the package count, open orders log checked, the audit file sorted, the sales total for the day, killing a small tree to print out all the papers needed, the closing night worksheet numbers, then transferring those numbers to an e-mail for the district manager, and gathering the deposit money for Sears themselves done in a timely, orderly manner, time slowly creeps to 9:30. You look up and realize the store is so incredibly dark. Thoughts race through your mind of a psychotic serial killer/rapist waiting to pounce on you in accessories and you begin walking a little faster with a key in between each knuckle, ready to mess 'em up if necessary. As you walk down the stationary escalator, it slowly starts to dawn on you that your boss may have been full of crap and you are left all alone in the creepy department store. But you calm yourself by thinking there has to at least be a security guard or gap-toothed janitor somewhere. Closer to the exit, you hear a strange ringing sound that has a familiar tone to it. It isn't a phone, or any pager. But who has a freaking pager anymore, honestly. Then it dawns on you. It's the store alarm. You just stand at the dead bolted exit listening to the extremely annoying alarm go off and just think, "Oh freak." Sitting down on one of the chairs in the dingy lobby, you call 911 (you know they are going to laugh about this all night). Well, you explain the situation, and they send a policeman and a mall security officer. When they come up to the door to talk to you, they pass a note through a crack in the door, asking if you have a manager's number who has a key to the store. Of course, working in the photo studio, you don't. Then they tell you they can't get you out without a manager and that they don't have any number to call either. Double freak. So, you sit back down and just wait it out. For an hour and a half. The first woman who comes starts walking up to the door, and then laughs, "I forgot my key!" Like your situation is a big laugh riot. Luckily, a second prepared woman shows up 30 seconds later with a key. She lets you out, asks you what happened, you explained you were left behind (and not in the biblical sense, you add) and they all have a big laugh. You force a toothy grin, ask if you can go, and make a beeline for you car.

Of course, this was a Monday night after work for me. Like this could happen to anyone else.