Post office scare

So I never write about these things, but this is just one example of the craziness that I often email or talk about. I'm sort of used to weird things happening to me, so my story will seem normal to me. However, I'm always a bit surprised about how I react to events such as these. What do you all think?

So a few days ago, I heard a knock on my front door at about 8:30 in the morning. Seeing how I wasn't expecting anyone, and was admittedly still in my pajamas, I didn't answer the door. When I left later that morning I discovered a notice for a package that someone had tried to deliver. Normally I pick up my packages by hand and the post office down the street. So I sort of disregarded the message and figured I'd pick up the package when it was convenient. So this morning, I walked down to the Post Office and while I was there, a black folder/carrying case was left at the counter of one of the stations. The office clerk panicked and raced to find the manager. The manager came out and asked everyone standing in the room (not a very big room, and it was fairly crowded) if the item was theirs. Everyone answered no and she got a panicked look on her face. I watched the people around me and most of them were quite calm, not really thinking anything of it. However, three ladies that work at the Post Office were getting as far away from the case as possible, and no one would touch it. There is a security guard standing about 2 meters outside of the Post Office but no one went to get him. He has a magic black wand that he waves over every person who walks through the door to see if he/she is "packing heat" of some sort. And frankly, most people are. I've never seen so many guns as I do here. But because everyone serves in the Army, I don't really think much of it because they all know how to use their weapons safely.

Back to my story, after a couple of minutes of panic, a walked into the office and said, that it was hers, that he had left it here by accident. I sort of figured this would be the case. But I was surprised at myself for not panicking more. I mean, it could have very well been a bomb. And all of the spectators/customers just stood there and watched as the office workers went bazerk.

I just find it odd, that I even have to wonder if there is a bomb or some sort of harmful package when I walk into a Post Office. Yet as I have seen today and on many other occasions, asking this question doesn't really phase most Israelis. They are just sort of used to it. No one moved out of the office, in fear of losing his/her place in line. (Which in itself is a miracle because most Israelis don't use lines. There is more of a survival of the fittest mentality.)

So, everything was fine, although I didn't end up getting my package...grrr. Apparently I was supposed to call the number on the notice, like 4 days ago. Whoops. This in itself will be a new adventure for me, because when I called the number, my Hebrew still stinks, and I only understood half of what they told me on the phone. So...another adventure waits me as I search for my MIA package.