See Daniel Run, Run Daniel Run

So... we had a bomb scare at work this morning. Not some phony bomb threat because there are exams today type of scare, but a true life bomb scare. There was a suspicious suitcase and some nut job mumbling something.

Anyway, I pull into the parking garage and the cops are running over to the street to stop traffic. I think nothing of it and pull into the garage. I park all the way on the 7th level (normal spot). As I get out, I look down to see what the cops were running towards. I notice that they blocked the street off in front of my work. I look at the other end of the street and it is also blocked off by police. That's when I notice the three unmarked white trucks. And next to them are the bomb guys suiting up the one officer. He is in full bomb gear from head to toe. He has this shield thing and everything.

That's when the thought hit me. This is a bomb scenario. Do I stay on this side of the street (parking garage side) or try to walk across to the other side (work side) with the bomb? I decided to stay on my side for a few minutes and see what happens. I watch and watch what seems like forever. There are people walking across the skybridge between the two sides like nothing is going on.

Um Hello... do you not see this guy in huge ass bomb gear on the street below? Surely you noticed the police cars all outside the building. Right?

Well you know what? Twenty minutes later, I got bored and ended up crossing over to the bomb side via the skybridge. I figured, "if it's my time, it's my time." Of course they wouldn't let anyone go up the elevators or stairs during the scare, so I was stuck there on the 2nd floor. And my dumb ass sat right next to the window where they were doing the bomb investigation.

Needless to say, it was nothing more than a suitcase full of stuff. What kind of stuff? I don't know because they hauled it away without showing us. I guess it didn't meet the requirements of a bomb.

I've always wondered if I was a fight or flight individual during a major disaster. I thought I was a fighter, but now I'm not so sure. Someone has to survive to tell the story, right?