As part of orientation at the Office of the Attorney General, we are taught what to do should there be a bomb threat. The questions we are supposed to ask the person calling in the bomb threat are slightly ridiculous (What is your name?, Where are you?, et cetera) and I didn't put much thought into the necessity of the procedure. As I'm walking from the parking garage to the William P. Clements Building this morning, however, I noticed news vans, police cars, and people gathered around the corner of 16th and Guadalupe. Mustering the patience to de-ear bud and pause NPR for the sake of information proved to be a good choice. Otherwise, I may have waltzed into the building, which was closed and being swept for bombs. Apparently, a suspicious car, seemingly full of weapons, was found on the roof of the adjacent parking garage. Although the car was ultimately deemed harmless, the incident gave me a half day at work and a half day spent catching up on the rest of my life from my porch alongside my slowly dying cacti.
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