Driving down highway 99 on the way to check out a new hot yoga studio, I passed a motel and it exploded. HAND TO GOD. One second I’m driving by a familiar landscape of “pay by the hour” reputable lodging establishments peppered in with psychic shops, stoner food joints, and auto parts stores. The next, BOOM! A door just blew off a building and part of its roof was collapsing.
I have thus far lived a fairly explosion-less life, so I was totally frame-of-reference free.
Highway 99 is a major arterial road. Even as I heard the explosion, people started streaming towards the motel and traffic tightened up. The fire department, police, and paramedics were surely on their way. News crews would be right on their heels. The injured people would go to the hospital and the people evacuated from the building would go somewhere coordinated by the Red Cross or the like.