Well, we decided not to attend the baseball game. Instead we went to our fav Vietnamese restaurant! We indulged in some great conversation. My kids are 18 and 13, and they would rather have lunch with mom than go to a boring baseball game. By the way, the Braves lost 0-4 against San Diego. Now, if I get some Falcons tickets....we will be there with bells on our toes!
Nothing more has come through for us at work, but the bookkeeper is reaping the benefits. I don't think she is going to be returning to work. Hell, I wouldn't either, and I would milk it for all it's worth. I was just thinking about what happened after the incident. I wished I had filmed it, because seeing is believing. I was the last person to talk to Ms. Tuff as we walked back to the school. Prior to walking back to the school, Ms. Tuff was in the police car. The car door opened, and she got out and sat down on the curb. I was standing in the yard behind her and I saw her put her head down in her lap. As I walked down the slope to her, I knew she was crying. As she sat on the curb and cried, I tried to comfort her, by rubbing her back, and telling her she did the right thing. She saved us all. She lifted her head up, and wiped her face. She said I am going back to the school because I want to go home. I told her I was going to follow her.
We took off walking back to the school. I could not keep up with her pace, because I was in pain. That is why I did not go to Walmart. As I walked behind her, she got on the phone and asked a relative if they would come and get her. She told them she would not be able to get her car, because of where it was parked. We walked passed all of the ermergency vehicles that lined the street, and not one officer said anything to us. As we approached the school, we could see the yellow tape around the entrance, and the car that was blown up. A motorcylce officer blocked the road leading to my car, and other officers guarded the front of the school.
I asked the motorcycle officer if I could get my belongings and go home. Ms. Tuff continued to speak on the phone to her relative. He told me no, because it was a crime scene. I was basically tired, stressed, in pain and ready to snap! Which is what I did. I started crying and told that officer I wanted to go home to my family. He told me he would get the Captain over to see what could be done. The captain never arrived, and I became more distraught. I started walking towards the officers in front of the school with tears streaming down my face. As I walked in the street, and officer asked me why I wasn't walking on the sidewalk across the street. I stopped where I was, and looked at the car they had blown up. All of the doors (4) were opened as well as the trunk and hood. I looked at the officer and told him I wanted to go home, and I needed to speak to someone in charge. He also told me it was a crime scene, and I told him where my car is located is not roped off. He said he would find someone for me to speak to.
I turned around and went back to where Ms. Tuff stood, still talking on the phone. I continued to cry, because by now I was ready to go home. I can't remember the time. As I stood there and cried, another officer in plainclothes came over, and asked me if I was ok. I emphatically told him NO, I said I need to go home to my family, and he said calm down, let me see what I can do. I did not know he was the captain, and he was going to let me get my purse and car and go home. An officer employed by the school system, came back with a key to the gym, which he did not need because the doors was wide open. I got my purse and keys to my car, got in my car and headed home to my family. The last time I saw Ms. Tuff, she was standing calmly on the side by the motorcycle officer waiting for a family member to come and get her.
