This Is Not A Fire Sale

I’m shopping at an electronics shop when a fire alarm goes off. The employees start ferrying customers out of the store, instructing us to leave our stuff behind. A crowd forms in the parking lot, fire trucks show up, and I think I see smoke. This place could not more obviously be “danger, do not go in” if it tried. 

I’m sitting on a concrete divider in the lot, checking other local stores to see if any of them have what I was looking for, and I notice someone approaching the entrance and being stopped by the employees.

Stranger: “Move it, a**hole.”

Employee #1: “Dude, what the h*** is wrong with you?”

Stranger: “I’m trying to shop here!”

Employee #1: “Does the fire truck with lights on not convey that people are not allowed in right now?”

Stranger: “I’m not seeing any sign saying you’re closed, smart-a**. Move it, and let me—”

Employee #2: “—Why do you want to die?”

Stranger: “What the f***?”

Employee #2: *Slower.* “Why… do… you… want… to… die?”

Stranger: “Who the f*** said I want to die?”

Employee #2: “Well, you’re trying to enter a building that we have every reason to believe is on fire, insulting the people who are pointing out that fact to you, and acting like a lack of signage means you should be allowed to endanger your life, so… if you don’t want to die, what’s your excuse for the lack of self-preservation?”

[Stranger] was quiet, and then turned and stormed away.