Yesterday (Friday, Veteran’s Day), I was in the parking garage on my break and saw a shopping bag sitting between two cars. OMG! I went to the security office and informed them of an unattended bag, then cut my break short to go back to the floor. I must have been ghastly white; I know my hands were shaking, and when the phone rang, I picked it up, then completely blanked on the greeting I’m supposed to give. Anyway, my co-workers asked me what was wrong, and I told them, “There’s a bag in the parking garage.”
Britney: “A bag? You mean, with dogshit in it or something?”
Me: “No, an unattended bag. I don’t know what was in it, but it could have been a you. know. what.”
Britney: “You think it’s a bomb? :eek:”
Manny: “Did you tell security?..Well, good; they’ll take care of it. You know, I was thinking that al-Quaeda might pull something today; it’s Veteran’s Day, plus it’s 11/11…”
Me: “Well, I don’t think this is al-Quaeda!” [immediately doubles over laughing]
Manny: “No, I don’t think al-Quaeda would bomb the [mall] either…I meant, another attack on the Pentagon or something!..What’s so funny?”
Long story short, he called security again for an update. It was just clothing, nothing more. Presumably, someone put it down on the ground, then got distracted by their phone ringing or putting their kid in the car seat or who knows what, and forgot to put it in their car. Anyway, no harm, no foul, but he did say that security said to thank me for being on my toes.