I think I may be turning into a whackjob.
Today, on my way back to the office from lunch, I stopped in Starbucks for some green tea crack. As I was leaving, I noticed, on the sidewalk, a smallish cooler, top open, full to nearly oveflowing with rusty nails.
Huh, that's weird, says me. If someone was using that to carry the nails and put it down and forgot it, why's it open like that? The next thought I had was "wow, those nails would make for some nasty shrapnel." As soon as I thought that, you'd better bet I hoofed it away from there. Didn't really feel comfortable until there was a building between me and it.
After dithering for a few minutes when I got back to the office, I actually called the police. For a cooler, with some nails in it. The cop on the other end of the line sounded totally peeved about it - "what the hell is this lady calling us up for, asking us to clean up trash?"
But I just couldn't stop wondering how awful it would have been if it HAD been a bomb and people had gotten hurt.
(Yes, I know the odds of Quincy being a bomb target are about eleventy billion to one. That's what makes me think I'm teetering on the brink of whackjobiness.)
Today, on my way back to the office from lunch, I stopped in Starbucks for some green tea crack. As I was leaving, I noticed, on the sidewalk, a smallish cooler, top open, full to nearly oveflowing with rusty nails.
Huh, that's weird, says me. If someone was using that to carry the nails and put it down and forgot it, why's it open like that? The next thought I had was "wow, those nails would make for some nasty shrapnel." As soon as I thought that, you'd better bet I hoofed it away from there. Didn't really feel comfortable until there was a building between me and it.
After dithering for a few minutes when I got back to the office, I actually called the police. For a cooler, with some nails in it. The cop on the other end of the line sounded totally peeved about it - "what the hell is this lady calling us up for, asking us to clean up trash?"
But I just couldn't stop wondering how awful it would have been if it HAD been a bomb and people had gotten hurt.
(Yes, I know the odds of Quincy being a bomb target are about eleventy billion to one. That's what makes me think I'm teetering on the brink of whackjobiness.)
- Mood:
weird

Comments
I've never lived anywhere that had attacks as a matter of course, but I've known people who did, and they all talk about how quickly they learned to be on the lookout all the time for things that looked hinky.
But at the same time that is SO FAR outside the realm of my life, that it still feels like the load of crazy that it probably is. I dunno.
And rusty nails - most nails rust if they get wet at all, and it's been damp as hell here. If someone was cleaning up a site, then it's not entirely weird. But still damn strange.
But these aren't normal times. Probably nothing, but it doesn't hurt to call.
But you know, the Quincy PD has a traffic cop essentially circling Quincy Center ALL DAY LONG. It's not like it would really be that big a job to have him take a walk by the particular block. I mean, the worst that happens there is that they miss giving out a couple of tickets, you know?
And I don't know, I'm normally such a rational level person, but there was something about this. It was weird.
*hugs*
I would have been scared, too.
But that definitely falls into the "see something, say something" category, even if it's a goofy motto.
even if it turns out to be nothing
So, who are you, Mr. Anonymous?
And it's not like I "exited the scene". I just wanted to get back to the office and eat my damn lunch.
Remember, though, that the government wants you afraid, so you don't look at them closely and you don't ask questions.
And don't worry. Although I don't talk much about politics around here, I am not generally afraid, and I sure as HELL don't trust our government to actually do anything effective to keep us safe.
But your point is valid, too.
And if you were making a terrorist remark on America, what better place to bomb than a Fourbucks Coffee?
I think you did the right thing. We always think it can never happen to us... so did those victims in London, I'm sure. Better safe than sorry.