well, my morning was ... fraught, shall we say.
As I was getting ready the fire alarm in my building went off. It's a new alarm and it was, well, alarming - set off every dog in the area. So the alarm's going off, the dogs are barking, and I'm not dressed. Pull on some outdoor pants and shoes and run for the fire stairs. Get outside ... and it's a false alarm. Of course, we have to wait for the OK to go back inside. Then, of course, the elevators are out and everyone's schlepping up the stairs. Needless to say, my nerves are jangled and I need some time to calm down before I can continue getting ready.
Couldn't eat, so I got dressed as quickly as possible (running late, of course ... luckily, my boss and all the other people in authority are out of town today) and headed for the bus. Two blocks up a steep hill, which seemed longer and steeper this morning. Get to the bus stop and there's a bus stopped there, waiting, with the doors open. And two police cars; total of four cops, in two groups, each interviewing a couple of people. After a while, they check with the people on the bus to make sure no one else has anything to add, and let the bus leave. Interviews continue. Another car pulls up and two more cops get out and join the fun. (As near as I can tell, someone accused a teenage boy of ... lifting a wallet? something or other and yelled for others to keep him from getting away.) Interviews continue, and ANOTHER car pulls up and THREE cops get out. So ... we have NINE cops, four cars, all because some kid may have done something.
Of course, traffic was backing up - this is on a major commuter route, lots of public transit buses, commuter buses, tour buses (it's tourist season, oh joy), and a constant stream of cars ... all of which slow down to see what's going on.
Finally, my bus pulls up and can get close enough to the stop that those of us waiting can pile on and be on our way.
I treated myself to coffee with half-and-half and a scone.