When I was working at the BX one night, apparently a janitor was listening on a conversation on two punks on the street. One was saying to the other, “Hey I should bomb this place tommorrow.” It went something like that. He told the supervisor up front and she immediately called the police. Now obviously as much as this may have been a joke, it wasn’t. And just minutes later the bomb squad, DOD’s, and MP’s scattered the building. The store was already closed so all the employees had to stay longer. From 8:25 to “who knows how long” we were staying outside in front of the parking lot. We had to move to the other side, just in case there was already a bomb we would be in the exploding distance. There wasn’t but I think they caught the guy. He was excaping on a bicycle and was at the shoppette/gas station. The janitor informed the police and filled out the paperwork. Everyone was paid past their shift. We had to stay and we got what the lady next to me said (she thought we wasn’t going to be paid for this), mandatory stay, mandatory pay. The only thing I can say about this. Everyone was cheering when it was finally over and we could go home. The girls next to me were wondering when we would go home. One of the girls felt like just telling the officer the locker combination and getting her stuff for her. Yeah, of course, she along with everyone else.
