For a while, I worked part time at our local Tourist Bureau. I loved the job because it was close to where I lived, part time hours, low stress work, and helped me promote my area that I love so well. Our office is right in town, on the "main drag", and the building has large windows that make up both of our outward facing walls (it is a corner office).
One day, we got a phone call instructing us to lock our doors and take caution because there was an armed robber in town. At first we did not take it too seriously. Then we heard sirens, saw speeding police cars, and watched as the next block up was cordoned off. There had been a robbery at the drug store on the next block up. Shots had been fired. This was all the information we had for a couple of hours.
We were incredibly frightened at the idea of an armed robber running the streets. Because our office was small and unassuming (it used to be a bank office), we felt like we could be a target for the suspect to want to hide. And with both of our outside walls being large windows, there was no way to hide. I was petrified a bullet was going to come zinging through those windows at any moment.
|Not the actual shooter. Courtesy of The Library of Congress.|
I do not think I have ever felt so vulnerable in my life as I did for those few hours when all we knew was someone within eyesight of our office had a gun and was shooting.