tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350406615166417147.post1542057226881216216..comments2024-03-26T22:55:14.070-07:00Comments on Avoiding Regret: That Time I Ran for My Life from a Bomb ScareSandi Hemmerleinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16500439516140538378noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1350406615166417147.post-18124843927326688652013-03-26T13:33:48.516-07:002013-03-26T13:33:48.516-07:00Wow. What an experience.
I've evacuated from ...Wow. What an experience.<br /><br />I've evacuated from bomb threats before; back in the mid-80s I used to work for a purveyor of income tax services for accountants and it never failed that at least once a quarter we'd get a bomb threat. We'd pile out, go across the street, whomever the El Segundo PD contracted with for bomb squad duties would go through and not find anything, and back we'd go to work. But that was nothing like a place where thousands of people are, on a day immediately before an important Jewish holiday.<br /><br />There was nothing wrong in how you acted - in fact, sounds pretty normal. I've been in a few major earthquakes during my life, and at first things are always crazy, but then after the initial shock and panic, it almost turns fun. Almost. <br /><br />Here's hoping The Big One doesn't strike for decades.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05669077813400753763noreply@blogger.com