Yesterday I was in a bomb scare.
On the way to breakfast with my sister on Saturday morning, we stopped at the chemist so I could quickly fill a prescription.
While the cashier was swipping my bank card - I heard the sound familiar to the sound of the wildebeast running across a plain in the Kruger National Park.
Then I heard a woman scream.
I turned around, and an old lady said , " Get out of the building, dearie, the police are evacuating, there has been a bomb scare!"
I signed my bank invoice, grabbed my prescription and gapped on out of there as fast as I could.
As I got out of the building, I saw the sniffer dogs jump out of the back of a police van.
There is a hospital in this building ?
I got into the car and said to my sister, "Lets get out of here fast, there has been a bomb scare. "
"That hasn't happened in a very long time" , I thought.
What a strange thing to think at a time like that.
What scares me more than the bomb scare is me.
My apathy.
I felt like we were in the movies and I was the get away car racing out of the parking lot while everybody gathered outside with the police. But it did somehow change my life I think....
ReplyDeleteI felt like we were kamikaze pilots - driving to death,,,,
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