Thursday, May 15, 2008
The 5-Fulton bus came to a gradual halt near Civic Center during the early evening rush hour, and the driver announced, "Well, it looks like we're not going anywhere. There's supposedly a bomb threat."
His tone of voice gave the indication that he believed in the threat about as much as he believed in Santa Claus, and he wasn't alone in that feeling as pedestrians clambered up McAllister Street underneath yellow "Police Line Do Not Cross" tape.
Every time somebody mistakenly leaves a gym bag around City Hall, the law enforcement troops tend to get hysterical and jump into martial law action.
The fact that I can't remember a bomb ever going off in San Francisco in the 35 years I've lived here doesn't seem to count for anything. You never know what them terrorists are up to, never mind that local law enforcement can't even seem to catch a garden-variety murderer unless somebody turns them in.
In the fuzzy background above, you can see a mechanical robot lifting up what looks like a plastic bag on the Polk Street stairs of City Hall.
This happens at least once a year around the neighborhood and it really has become absurd.