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this happened at the mall where i work this morning.
what's kind of freaky is that there was zero information given out. the gunman was on the loose for about 45 minutes before there was any announcement at all. & when there was, they said "we have just received information that all shops may remain open." (this, mind you, while i'm standing at the door looking at people running by and other shops closing.) of course it took them less than thirty seconds after that to backtrack & say, in essence, EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND. so out we went, and still there was no information, just a lot of rescue vehicles and a bomb squad and, eventually, helicopters. after hanging around for a couple of hours and having an unmemorable cup of tea in a dingy cafe, we finally managed to wrangle a fireman into telling us it would be several hours before anyone could be let back in, so we called our employer, who very graciously allowed us to go home for the day (i'm thinking this had something to do with the fact that *she'd* been getting a shitton of calls asking her if *she* was okay. which of course she was, cozy at home having a day off.)
it was cold outside, really fucking cold, a lovely sunny day with loads of snow. the girl from the shop next door had no mittens so i gave her a pair of mine. i'm going to make her keep them and knit myself a new pair. that's the one image i have of this day, her wearing my mittens.
i told everyone i was going to be okay, but turns out there are many devious ways this sort of thing can fuck you up.
what's kind of freaky is that there was zero information given out. the gunman was on the loose for about 45 minutes before there was any announcement at all. & when there was, they said "we have just received information that all shops may remain open." (this, mind you, while i'm standing at the door looking at people running by and other shops closing.) of course it took them less than thirty seconds after that to backtrack & say, in essence, EVERYBODY GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT THIS SECOND. so out we went, and still there was no information, just a lot of rescue vehicles and a bomb squad and, eventually, helicopters. after hanging around for a couple of hours and having an unmemorable cup of tea in a dingy cafe, we finally managed to wrangle a fireman into telling us it would be several hours before anyone could be let back in, so we called our employer, who very graciously allowed us to go home for the day (i'm thinking this had something to do with the fact that *she'd* been getting a shitton of calls asking her if *she* was okay. which of course she was, cozy at home having a day off.)
it was cold outside, really fucking cold, a lovely sunny day with loads of snow. the girl from the shop next door had no mittens so i gave her a pair of mine. i'm going to make her keep them and knit myself a new pair. that's the one image i have of this day, her wearing my mittens.
i told everyone i was going to be okay, but turns out there are many devious ways this sort of thing can fuck you up.