Near Miss
One night I delivered bread to stores and markets in Melbourne. I used my usual Brighton shortcut, which was to go up a driveway then turn through a grassy park into the next major street. As I drove towards the end, I noticed a lot of flashing blue and red lights.
I thought it was a bus full of booze, but the time was unusually early for a Tuesday. As I approached, I saw a large number of police officers armed in my direction. Out of instinct, I stopped and raised my hands. I approached an officer who told to me to stop on the left side and wait until I was instructed to move.
My face went white when they told me the truth. It turns out that I had subverted the complete lockdown on the street in the event of an active shooter. I told them straight up that I simply had cut through the park in order to make my deliveries. Then, at that moment, I heard an enormous bang on the other side of the road.
It was said to me that I should get out of there as soon as possible. When I arrived home at 6am, I discovered that I had driven through a terrorist incident. The suspect killed a homeowner during his rampage.
