Day 4 diary
Day 4
School cancelled again?! Daycare was open today, but I opted not to take A because V didn't have to be in until 10, so I got to work out while he stayed home with the tot. After a much needed work out (let's not even start to count the amount of carbs/sugar consumed in 3 days), I sent my scout out to check the roads (V on his way to work day 10 out of like 25 in a row...) and we made our way to North Park to take care of some stuff I've wanted to do since Friday.
Just as I suspected, the mall was full of parents and their children (or nanny and their clients' children at North Park). Although not as crowded as it will be on the weekends, 5000 small children running around seems crowded. (Just an estimate).
Alex insisted on Chick-fil-A for lunch because it's the only place he really knows...so we stood in a line that wrapped around the food court to get some chicken. Then we took 3 laps around the seating area looking for an open table. It was insane.
While we were sitting at the table, there was a man (30ish?) walking around with a satchel and his own lunch bag looking for a table. He was wearing glasses and a long, blue pea coat. The table by the window next to ours opened up and he parked it. He took out his lap top, and started doing whatever on it, and then just got up and walked away. Two minutes later, it dawns on me...he has a lunch bag on the table! Is he also going to get lunch? Is he going to the rest room? Who just leaves their MacBook open on a table and leaves? Then I began to wonder if there was an explosive device (a.k.a bomb) in his lunch bag and he had set the timer to detonation from his lap top and was getting out of there! I wondered how fast he could move and how powerful the explosion would be. Regardless, Alex and I were goners since we were sitting right next to it.
I scolded myself for being so weird, but then thought it seemed like the perfect crime for a man, who come to think of it now, looked sad and disillusioned with the world. Walking through the food court might have made him remember how much he hated his parents and his childhood and he was ready to act out some major mommy issues at the expense of all of the beautiful children out of school for the day!
I rushed Alex to finish up (it was past nap time anyway and we needed to give up our table to someone else) and made sure and hugged him and told him I loved him just in case. I asked him if he felt like anything going on was kind of strange and he pointed to his kid's meal bag and said "cow".
I packed up all of our stuff and walked through the maze of tables and people to the car. I still never saw where that man went.
Whew.
We're safe. And that guy was totally okay (probably)...although dumb for leaving his electronics out unattended and rude for saving a table when there were families circling for seats. Maybe I'll be in a shot if it was that show What Would You Do. (You know...the one with hidden cameras and John Quinones)
Please, Please, Please let there be school tomorrow.
School cancelled again?! Daycare was open today, but I opted not to take A because V didn't have to be in until 10, so I got to work out while he stayed home with the tot. After a much needed work out (let's not even start to count the amount of carbs/sugar consumed in 3 days), I sent my scout out to check the roads (V on his way to work day 10 out of like 25 in a row...) and we made our way to North Park to take care of some stuff I've wanted to do since Friday.
Just as I suspected, the mall was full of parents and their children (or nanny and their clients' children at North Park). Although not as crowded as it will be on the weekends, 5000 small children running around seems crowded. (Just an estimate).
Alex insisted on Chick-fil-A for lunch because it's the only place he really knows...so we stood in a line that wrapped around the food court to get some chicken. Then we took 3 laps around the seating area looking for an open table. It was insane.
While we were sitting at the table, there was a man (30ish?) walking around with a satchel and his own lunch bag looking for a table. He was wearing glasses and a long, blue pea coat. The table by the window next to ours opened up and he parked it. He took out his lap top, and started doing whatever on it, and then just got up and walked away. Two minutes later, it dawns on me...he has a lunch bag on the table! Is he also going to get lunch? Is he going to the rest room? Who just leaves their MacBook open on a table and leaves? Then I began to wonder if there was an explosive device (a.k.a bomb) in his lunch bag and he had set the timer to detonation from his lap top and was getting out of there! I wondered how fast he could move and how powerful the explosion would be. Regardless, Alex and I were goners since we were sitting right next to it.
I scolded myself for being so weird, but then thought it seemed like the perfect crime for a man, who come to think of it now, looked sad and disillusioned with the world. Walking through the food court might have made him remember how much he hated his parents and his childhood and he was ready to act out some major mommy issues at the expense of all of the beautiful children out of school for the day!
I rushed Alex to finish up (it was past nap time anyway and we needed to give up our table to someone else) and made sure and hugged him and told him I loved him just in case. I asked him if he felt like anything going on was kind of strange and he pointed to his kid's meal bag and said "cow".
I packed up all of our stuff and walked through the maze of tables and people to the car. I still never saw where that man went.
Whew.
We're safe. And that guy was totally okay (probably)...although dumb for leaving his electronics out unattended and rude for saving a table when there were families circling for seats. Maybe I'll be in a shot if it was that show What Would You Do. (You know...the one with hidden cameras and John Quinones)
Please, Please, Please let there be school tomorrow.
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