Bomb Scare

I forgot to mention the scary moment that I had on the way to the golf tournament last Friday.

I finally found the bus stop beside the train station from where the bus departed for the golf course. I had just missed a bus, so I sat down on a bench in front of a Malaysian (as likely to be Muslim as an Irish person is to be a Catholic) guy. I started day dreaming for a while and then turned around to have a look in the opposite direction. There, right beside me was a back pack, all alone! Panic stations as:

outside train station, abandoned backpack left beside ang moh (westerner), Muslim, London bombings, warnings in Sydney and Singapore about suspect packages, oh sh*t

all went through my head in that order! After almost hyperventilating, I cooled the jets and cast my vision further afield. Then I saw the guy having a fag over in a corner.

Cue relief, before thinking "feck, he's a suicide bomber!"!

Luckily, that was not the case! I'd like to take this opportunity to apologise to that guy for my paranoia!!! Still, I was glad to get on the bus when it arrived!