Phoenix Convention Center
This past weekend was Phoenix Comicon ’13.
It was an incredible weekend. Much geeky fun was had by all. Even up to the point when we all had to evacuate the Phoenix Convention Center.
Yep. That’s right. Evacuate.
I was sitting in room 132, listening to Michael Stackpole, James A. Owen, Peter Orullian, Terry Brooks, Brandon Sanderson, and Timothy Zahn talk about worldbuilding. My husband and children were on the other side of the building, learning how to build a dalek. And then, just as the worldbuilding panel was finished up, the lights on the ceiling flashed and a siren (that sounded a bit like the alarm on the Enterprise) sounded. We all looked at each other. What do we do? Well, luckily, there also came an automated female voice instructing us to leave the building in an orderly fashion at once.
So we did.
Here’s a video fo how those sirens sounded:
Brandon Sanderson was still talking about writing as he left the worldbuilding panel, and I got to ask him a couple of questions. Very cool.
But the very not cool part was that my phone battery had died just moments before the sirens sounded.
I had no way of getting a hold of my husband and children. Sad me. (I wasn’t too worried, though. I knew they couldn’t be far.) I asked the man standing next to me (not Brandon Sanderson) if I could borrow his phone. He said yes and I made contact with my hubby. Awesome! I told him where I was (just outside the doors) and he said he’d come to me.
But then security said everyone had to move across the street. And so the plan hubby and I made to meet was thwarted. Not awesome.
I asked a young woman passing me if I could borrow her phone to call my husband. She scowled at me (actually scowled) and said no. I was a bit shocked, really, because this was Comicon and people are Comicon are so cool. Except for her. She was not cool.
Then, I saw a woman in TARDIS socks and a Who shirt and I approached her with confidence. “May I please borrow your phone to call my husband?” I asked, and explained my phone battery was dead.
She said yes. She even dialed the number for me.
You know why?
Because Doctor Who fans RULE.
After I made contact with hubby and told him to stay where he was I was coming to get him, I thanked her profusely and pointed out my own Doctor Who shirt.
We smiled at each other, knowing inside how much better the world would be if everyone was a Doctor Who fan.
I was soon reunited with my husband and children, thanks to the kindness and generosity of the woman in TARDIS socks.
Dear Woman in TARDIS Socks who Let Me Use Your Blackberry to Contact My Family:
Thank you for being awesome.