So, today I was held hostage in my office by an armed bank robber.
Well, I wasn't held hostage by the actual armed bank robber so much as I was held hostage by the University emergency alert system that warned all faculty, staff and students to go into the nearest building, lock the doors and stay there because there was an armed bank robber loose on campus.
It was very exciting for the first hour. We all took turns inventing descriptions for the robber and by the end of the lockdown he looked something like Rambo with a machete in one hand and shoulder-fired rocket launcher in the other.
Then it was noon, which is when I get off. And I was still in lockdown.
I was no longer amused.
I decided I felt lucky, punk, and took matters into my own hands. Rachel (who also gets off at noon) and I plotted our great escape. We slipped out with a crowd of football coaches and made a mad dash across campus to our cars. (Note: It would be lovely if we had parking closer to our building, you know, in case we're running for our lives. Just sayin'.)
Anyhoo, all's well that ends well. Our very capable local police finally nabbed the guy down by the river which runs along the backside of campus.
Oh, and today was registration day which is, um, a REALLY BIG DEAL. So not only was the robber not a criminal mastermind, he also has really bad timing.
At least the lockdown didn't have anything to do with a sighting of the weird, naked guy that has been breaking into houses and watching people sleep. But that's a story for another day.
I wonder what kind of creepy Google hits this post will get?
So I headed home expecting to spend a relaxing afternoon recovering from this harrowing experience.
Then Wes called.