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...a mental patient escaping from the State Hospital in my town (which generally does not happen often). Yeah.
Apparently, it happened last night, but as I was heading to and from work today, there were police cars driving here, there and everywhere, police helicopters in the air, a couple of news trucks chugging by, and then an official-looking white van with an escort of four or five cars with State Police insignia passing up my street as I was walking home (likely on their way to the Billerica House of Correction). All people could talk about at work was "the crazy man" getting away. Not sure of the circumstances, and it has me a bit on edge, but I am not letting it get to me.
Unlike "Tillie" (not her real name), one of the cashiers who always seems to know exactly what everyone needs to do to fix up her life (and yet she doesn't seem to know how to fix up her own). At least I didn't have to bag for her, but I did have to bag one lane over from hers, and thus I had to listen to her endless refrain about what needs to be done at the State Hospital to "fix their security problem" (which included "firing all the guards and hiring new ones"). Oyyy...
Oddly enough, this seems to have snapped my mother out of her recent funk and she even told me, as I was telling her about the strange goings-on, that she was ready to walk me to work but she figured I'd probably be all right and she didn't want me to worry too much. I told her that I'd had my feelers out a little more than usual on the way back, but that I wasn't letting it get to me.
Apparently, it happened last night, but as I was heading to and from work today, there were police cars driving here, there and everywhere, police helicopters in the air, a couple of news trucks chugging by, and then an official-looking white van with an escort of four or five cars with State Police insignia passing up my street as I was walking home (likely on their way to the Billerica House of Correction). All people could talk about at work was "the crazy man" getting away. Not sure of the circumstances, and it has me a bit on edge, but I am not letting it get to me.
Unlike "Tillie" (not her real name), one of the cashiers who always seems to know exactly what everyone needs to do to fix up her life (and yet she doesn't seem to know how to fix up her own). At least I didn't have to bag for her, but I did have to bag one lane over from hers, and thus I had to listen to her endless refrain about what needs to be done at the State Hospital to "fix their security problem" (which included "firing all the guards and hiring new ones"). Oyyy...
Oddly enough, this seems to have snapped my mother out of her recent funk and she even told me, as I was telling her about the strange goings-on, that she was ready to walk me to work but she figured I'd probably be all right and she didn't want me to worry too much. I told her that I'd had my feelers out a little more than usual on the way back, but that I wasn't letting it get to me.
