I was driving down the street in the small town I currently live in when I noticed something. Now, I don't know if you live in a small town or not, but when something, anything, happens, it is wise to take note since that will probably be only thing talked about for at least the next year and a half.
I paused momentarily (without causing any sort of driving hazard I might add) and peered down the street. After scouring the street for some type of action that warranted this hullabaloo I saw...nothing... except for the entirety of the the town's five law enforcement officers were gathered around a short stretch of the street next to a field. Throughout the day I kept wondering what was going on, after all, this was a big to-do. I found out that the police officers where not allowed to disclose the information about why exactly they had blocked that street and stood about it all day. My suspicions were aroused. I of course let my imagination get the best of me and assumed someone famous had been murdered. Later, I found out it was a bomb threat...needless to say, I was slightly disappointed.
This particular street is about a mile long and was no where near the university that this town was built around. So, besides the small, run down houses that probably would benefit from a bomb going off, the only thing near this street was a field filled with brown grass and rocks.
So, instead of threatening to bomb the large public university, filled with youthful students who will go on to become politicians and lawyers, a dead parcel of land and abandoned houses were the primary target for this bomber. The moral of the story? Small towns make terrible terrorists.
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