“Fire alarm?” I asked one waiting person.
“Apparently some suspicious character has entered our building,” she said. She’d been waiting five minutes. After another ten minutes, the police let us in the building and I took the elevator up to the 10th floor. My co-worker was already there. She hadn’t heard about the excitement.
I had just finished recounting the story when our doorbell rang. We have a camera outside our door that gives a good view of the entire hallway. Monitors on our desk switch on the view when the doorbell rings, so I looked up to see a shrouded figure run to the fire alarm and pull it.
We called the security desk and told them that the suspect is on our floor, they tell the police, who rush up and corner her/him outside our office door.
We still didn't know why the person was being chased. The building super came to visit us after the police nailed her and told us that she had pulled a knife on someone in the subway station and when chased, ran into our building. I’m not too happy that the police let us in the building without knowing whether the suspect had exited. Literally, if I had been one minute later, I would have come off the elevator face-to-face with her.
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 9:38 AM, July 9th (Tuesday)]
"I could have missed the pain, but I would have had to miss the dance." Garth Brooks
Scary. I'm so glad you are ok!
Glad you are safe! And the pictured of the cars on the highway flooded up to their windows are just insane!!
Yeah, Meta, yesterday was interesting in Toronto. My power came back on at 2:24 a.m. Ask me how I know. OK, I'll tell you! I woke up to hear a garbled voice from downstairs. Immediately I thought about the recent news reports of multiple break-ins in my neck of the city. A few seconds later, the TV cable box clock came back on. I now know what I heard was my house alarm struggling to come back on, but the scare was enough to keep me awake the rest of the night. Then I come to work to this! Crap, I've had enough today.
[This message edited by nowiknow23 at 10:12 AM, July 9th (Tuesday)]
This is it. The darkest day. The blackest hour. Chin up, shoulders back. Let's see what we're made of, you and I.
― The Doctor
Our office door used to be open all the time until about 10 years ago, while our visiting auditor was alone in the office, a thief came in and stole a laptop computer right from underneath her nose. Now we have a doorbell that's attached to a monitor. We can see and speak with anyone who rings the doorbell before releasing the lock on the door. Thank God!
Glad you're OK.
Glad you're ok Lynnm...
There's been no mention on the news. I assume this is being treated like a transit suicide: kept under wraps to discourage copycats.
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 1:46 PM, July 9th (Tuesday)]
(I was confused, at first, wondering, "Trying to conceive? On the way to work? How? Why?" Took me a minute to figure out what TTC was, in this context )
Useless for me to try to conceive. Just sayin'.
[This message edited by lynnm1947 at 1:43 PM, July 10th (Wednesday)]