I stood face to face with this unknown man holding a bomb. I stood five metres away, trying to look calm and collected as the morning rush of people brushed passed seemingly unaware.

“Why are you holding a bomb?” I asked, getting straight to the point.

“I’m not,” he said with a sly grin.

“Then why does it say, ‘BOMB’?” pointing to the device he held that said, ‘BOMB”.

“It doesn’t,” another sly grin appeared.

I walked up to him, took the device from him and inspected it. “That’s not a bomb, this is a bomb!” I said as I pulled out an actual bomb.

The man panicked, “Woah, where did that come from! I’m just seeing if people notice me. I’d never actually use a bomb.”

“Oh, okay. I just thought you might want to use my bomb instead. You’ve just got a balloon, where as my bomb creates an explosion fifty metres wide.”

“Sorry, just a balloon?” Then he poped his balloon and it exploded. So did our city.