It wasn't long after people noticed that George St was cordoned off by the police and the fire department that people started cracking jokes about who was in trouble and what for. Though it was such an unusual event, everyone lost interest after a minute and quickly resumed checking their emails for something new.
20 mins later we had evacuated the office. News began to circulate of a potential bomb threat. A man had entered the building next to us with his daughter "held hostage" and claimed that he had a bomb in his backpack. The news generated another minute of intense interest before people got bored and started wondering when the ordeal was going to end.
One colleague told me that the cafe we were in was within the explosion radius of the bomb. I noted it as an interesting fact and then promptly forgot about it. We stayed in that same cafe for about an hour while police continued their negotiations.
I remember being amused last Sunday while walking to the supermarket. A couple had a bulldog on a leash and were crossing the road. The dog was pulling hard on the leash with his stumpy little legs; tongue flapping from the effort. He looked like he knew where he was going and was determined to get there.
They crossed the road and then quite suddenly, the bulldog stopped in his tracks. In front of him was a small flower on the footpath. He stuck his wet nose in it and began sniffing it. He seemed to be enjoying it until his owners tugged him on the leash to follow. Then onward he plodded to wherever they were going.
After 11 hours, the bomb threat is over now. It's business as usual tomorrow.
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