My day started with a bagel sans my much loved cream cheese. It ended with a bomb scare, or at least I think it was a scare since we've not heard anything blow up yet.
stonebender was out and about today and came to my work around 3 pm so we could go home together. Around 6:30 pm I started to clear off my desk, when our security person called to ask if we should cancel classes because of the police action. Huh?
I work about 2 or 3 blocks from Alameda County office buildings. I'm not clear if they found something or if it was a phone call, but by the time we left the building, the police were expanding the blocked off streets. They pulled up in front of me and close off the street I was parked on, which is about 1/2 block from the building I work in. There were 3 helicopters circling the area. We were getting a little nervous and felt better when we got a couple of miles away.
Interesting thoughts that go through one's mind (or at least my mind) when confronted with the possibility of blowing up.
Do I have ID on me so my next of kin will be notified?
Will I hear the noise first before the concussion or debris hits?
What if it's a dirty bomb? Where would we go?
Do I have enough supplies at home - I just filled the aquarium with 5 gallons of water (no fish yet)?
The BART runs underground close to this area. Has
dbubley's train passed through this area yet on her way home from work?
How charged is our cell phone batteries?
What if I don't have an office to go back to tomorrow? Or a job?
Will they read the names of the dead on tv?
If my friends hear my name, what will their first thought be?
Will my Midwest family, after the initial shock, just shake their head and say "And we thought it would be an earthquake."
Whose bomb was it, a foreign or a domestic terrorist? And does it really matter if I'm dead? And if I survive with injuries? If I survive without any loss at all?
It certainly puts the whole "lack of cream cheese on my bagel" this morning in perspective.