Do you smell something?

Yesterday, I worked my regular 4-8 shift at the restaraunt. Except I started at three, because my boss is in Mexico. Afternoons are always pretty dead, so it was just myself, and 1 server, Karol, on the floor, and 2 ladies in the kitchen, cooking and getting ready for our Wednesday night buffet. I had just sat a table of three, and was in the galley preparing their tea, when Karol came in with a concerned look on her face, and told me that she smelled gas at the front desk. I had just been there and hadnt smelled anything, but when I went to double check, I had to agree with her. There was a strong odor seemingly coming from the vent above the till. Not good. It had to be the week that John was in Mexico. So, we called the air conditioning guy who had been tehre earlier that day. He said he didnt think it was the heating, and that he couldnt come look at it. At this time, the smell is getting worse, and is spreading farther into the restaraunt. Karol and I have developed headaches, and customers are starting to notice and mention it to us. So we call one of the ladies who is kind of in charge and who is coming in later that night, and tell her whats going on. We really dont know what to do. One of the kitchen ladies, CD, suggested a 1 800 number to call when you smelled gas, but couldnt remember the rest of the number. Thanks. We ended up calling the fire department, because we were really concerned and didnt know what to do. They arrived shortly with lights and sirens, and came in, alarming some very confused and concerned customers. They also sent a ladder truck. WHY!!? So the firemen (No, Sam, they were not hot) looked around, checked the attic (we have an attic?) and the roof, and suggested that maybe it was because the gas station at the other end of the parking lot had gotten gas 4 days earlier. Right. And this is the first time that gas station has ever gotten gas? Anyways, they didnt seem to concerned about it, and left. We carried on and had a rather crazy, very busy evening. The smell eventually dissapeared. Strange, hey? My best guess is that the three people I had sat had somehow spilt gasoline all over themselves before coming in. And if that is true they must have heard us talking about it, and didnt say anything to us because they wanted some drama and a light show during their dinner?? I suppose Ill never really know what happened, but it sure made for an interesting evening, and (hopefully) a good story. Good night!