You should have a bag with an emergency kit that you carry with you at all times.
In them you’ll find: one forty-five caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days’ concentrated emergency rations; one drug issue containing antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and Bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair of nylon stockings.
We used to do the same thing. I lived about twenty minutes from school, walking, so I’d just go straight home (although most of my friends also lived within walking range, and I was anti-social for the most part when the marching band season was over, so I used the rest of the day to watch my soaps and chill out). I’d always forget my keys, but my dad had a problem remembering to lock the front door, so I never had a problem getting in. But the bomb threats always turned out to be bogus - we’d get at least two or three a year.
Just makes me wonder who has so much time on their hands that they get their jollies calling in bomb threats.
Didn’t have any of that in Highschool but we do get the odd fire alarm here at work. I’m of the mind that if I don’t see smoke/fire, hear explosions I ain’t running.
Last time it went off I was in line buying coffee, no one moved, we all got our coffees and left. I got caught up with people running out of the building and we were herded to the field next to this building…a big, grassy dry field. I figure if the thatch caught fire we’d be in more trouble than on the cement on the parking lot.
Whenever the fire alarm goes off I always take my time to grab everything (keys, bags, security card, shoes, coats…everything).
We went through a phase in high school where people thought it was cool to spill mercury on the floor, because it freaks everyone out and school gets shut down. This happened at several different schools in a matter of weeks.
So when it happened at ours, they made everyone go home without going to their lockers. Great idea for December–I really loved going home with no coat, assclowns. And I also really loved carrying home an extra coat the next day.
Oh and the amount of mercury spilled that caused this was about what you’d find in a combination refridgerator magnet/thermometer.
364 days after the Columbine shooting, a bomb threat was found at my school. Yes, found…apparently these criminal masterminds decided the best way to spread fear was to drop the note in the hall after school gets out in hopes that a janitor will find and notice it.
Anyhow, the next day (April 20 whatever year it was…one after Columbine) the campus is damn near deserted. We’re talking MAYBE 500 people at a school of 2000. Best day of school I’ve ever had. In the two classes where it wasn’t a teacher moderated social hour, the actual teaching part was over in half the class (incredible how fast things go when nobody is goofing around). No lines for food, the principal decided to give out free ice cream at lunch, good times all around.
And yeah, the guys that wrote the note got caught and punished. As I recall they just wanted to get a long weekend out of it.
Yeah, there were a bunch of bomb threats around here after Columbine. My theory is some morons thought it would be hilarious and a great way to get out of going to school.
I grew up near Aldershot in the UK, which is the town considered “home” of the British Army. Lots of units, military organisations, military families. The town I lived in had a key military research and development centre and airbase.
At school we used to regularly get evacuated due to bomb threats targeting us specifically. It just became routine after a while, like the soldiers with GPMGs on the footbridge over the dual carriageway, or the APCs on the roundabout.
I was in elementary school during the 70s, and we averaged two to three bomb threats per year. Some of them were called in by parents. A few were real. Once there was a bundle of dynamite in the cloakroom of my classroom.
My woorkplace (being a military facility) has “BOMB THREAT” booklets on every bulletin board. When work gets slow, I picture myself trying to calmly keep a wannabe terrorist on the phone while waving the booklet at my co-workers to signal them to evacuate/call the cops.