They’re everywhere!

I moved back to this sleepy little burg in Oregon, about a year ago. I moved here to get away from the insanity of Las Vegas, where I was living. And also, the insanity of most of the world in general, to be honest. I fled like a flea from an insecticide factory (36 hours, driving the u-haul solo, door to door). For the most part, things have been as expected; dull, dreary, and wonderfully quiet, beautiful and peaceful. Until today. Today the world (and associative crazies) encroached back upon me, a little closer than I care for.

I was having either a bad hair day or just an attack of the lazies and I decided to drive my car the 7 or so blocks to the mini mart, to retrieve my addiction of choice…Usually this is a ten minute round trip, simple as pie, situation. Oh no, not today! As I came to 10th Street & Hwy 101, about to make my right turn,  I realized the entire 101 Hwy had been diverted with orange cones and there were vehicles of all shapes and sizes, with flashing lights, everywhere!! I had wondered why I saw two Police cruisers and a Sheriff’s wagon in the 6 blocks since I had left home…..

Well, with an educated guess, I quickly deduced this was no place I either wanted or needed, to be. I scurried around it all, as fast as possible and went to the mini mart through a back way, which was also clogged with cars, more so than the average tourist season allows.

I parked and  left the windows down for my dog and since I was only going to be less than a minute. I didn’t bother locking the doors. I live in a town with a basic population of <10,000. One usually doesn’t have to be frightened and paranoid someone is going to be in the back seat with an axe, when you return..and who’s gonna steal my hunk-o-junk anyway? Even though it IS mine….but I digress.

So, I walk into the store and I make the comment, “wow, what an accident that must have been.” The girl behind the counter quickly corrects me: “Oh, that’s no accident, it’s about the bomb threat.” I look at her perplexed and ask “bomb threat? I’ve had the radio on all day and I haven’t heard anything about that!” She proceeds to inform me that not only does she not have my particular brand of addiction until tomorrow, that we were “threatened with a bomb at the Military Recruiting Office, two blocks down.”

Lovely. So now I get to stew about the crazies blowing my ass up and will have no last cigarette, before the firing squad .

Now I know why I wasted the gasoline.

I do not miss stupid people. Axes or otherwise.

I’ll drink to that……