A Chattanoogan On Long Island: “I Felt the Earth… Move …Under My Feet!”
24.08.11
I have been told of the explosive scare on Halloween a few years ago (and, of course, everyone in the office was dressed up) sending all of them front for hours and that I should always grab my purse because you never know just what it is that caused the evacuation. Now that I am at my new desk, the alert screams right over my head. That alone startles me, but I grabbed my purse and my chocolate-covered pretzel that Carla gave me proper in case we were gone for a while, (you never know).
We trudged down the stairwells note regards people from other offices and smiling about the break; yet a tad bit annoyed that we were interrupted from our toil. I always get a little sad when I see the children from my office (Kidz Therapy Services) because they look so startled and dont understand the loud siren going off and people shuffling to get front the building - how scary that must be to child.
As we headed down the flights of stairs, we didnt scent burnt toast or burnt popcorn
Source: The Chattanoogan