Frauds, Bombs, and Hostages

I am beginning to think that I have somehow transported into an alternate true-crime universe. A bold claim I know but wait and you might just agree with me.

Okay, earlier this week a co-worker at the private dining room that I used to work at emailed me and told me he thought that he was going to be out of a job. While I felt bad for him I wasn’t really all that surprised because in this economy companies that have private chi-chi (I never know how you spell that so I hope that you know what I mean) dining rooms are few and far between (even before these economic times they were) and I wondered how long they would be able to sustain it. Anyway, he told me to Google “Stanford” (go ahead Google them, Allen Stanford in particular)to see why. If you did then you know that I went OMG!!! I mean OMG!!! Then, on Thursday, another chef from the kitchen called me and we had a good gossip fest over it all while he filled me in on all the details (that he knew) and some of the background and told me about the swarm of US Marshalls and OMG!!!!! I mean these are things that happen to “other people somewhere in TV land” not to people I know and to a company that I used to work for and know all the players. Just for the record, I never liked Mr. Stanford (apparently now Sir Allen Stanford, soon to be Sir Prisoner No. 1234 if the SEC and the FBI have anything to say about it) and thought that he was a big jerk (I just didn’t imagine HOW big a jerk).

And now today, just a few short days later, my phone buzzes while I am in the movie theatre (thank goodness that I had remembered to turn off the ringer) and then it buzzes again and about 10 minutes later it buzzes again. Now, normally my telephone is pretty darned quiet so I knew that something must be up to be getting so many calls. I surreptitiously checked my phone and as it was a friend and neighbour and then 2 from Prince Charming I just figured that the dog had gotten out or something like that and that the movie was almost over so I would just check after. Thankfully, until just now, it never occurred to me that it might be something like a fire or something else bad like that but guess what it was. No, you will NEVER guess. I mean it. Well, maybe you might, or you might see it on the news (although I don’t really know if it ever got that big). Do I have your attention yet? Is your curiosity piqued?

My neighbour and husband were calling to 1) make sure that I was okay and 2) since I was and I wasn’t at home to tell me that I couldn’t go home. Nobody was being allowed into the neighbourhood because of a bomb threat and hostage situation. I mean, come on, this is Peaceful Happy Neighbourhood of the Lovely Trees not something that you see on Channel 13! So for 3+ hours our neighbourhood was the hotbed of local TV news (pure conjecture here to make the tale more interesting and important). Again OMG!! Instantly both Prince Charming and I had an idea of where the trouble might be (it wasn’t) and thankfully it wasn’t anywhere near our house (my neighbour was trying to check out where it was and told me that my house was out of the action zone) but still, OMG!!! This is the Peaceful Happy Neighbourhood of the Lovely Trees!

Do you think that I brought all of this on because of my vampire blog or because I said that I didn't really have anything happen to me yesterday so I had to write about something from the day before? Do you think that I am somehow attracting exciting things to me just so that I can write about them in my blog? I just wonder what will happen next! It will have to be pretty darned good to top this week I tell ya.

Have a bomb, fraud and hostage-free day!

Ella