Only in Dubai

So you know how sometimes you’re sitting at your desk working on the computer and all of a sudden you hear this earsplitting “WHOOSH!” and you look outside and this is what you see, flying right past your window:

And you’re like, “Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, it’s actually happening, an Emirates flight has been hijacked, and they’ve scrambled fighter jets to intercept it, but is the UAE air force really on top of those things? - maybe it’s the US air force and they took off from our new “secret base on the Arabian Peninsula,” I’d kind of feel better about that, and I wonder if it’s Al Qaeda or maybe this is the start of shit going down with Iran, and oh my gosh, I wonder what it’s trying to hit?”

And you’re torn between wanting to pack a “go bag” to flee the country (“let’s see: passports, Blackberry, cash — oh crap, we don’t have any cash in the house! — jewelry, maybe some bottled water?”) and feeling you should be a “citizen reporter” and continue to take pictures…

And you see the plane flying between Emirates Towers and tracking towards the Burj Khalifa and you’re like, “OMG, OMG, OMG, shit’s about to get real, they’re bringing down the world’s tallest building…”

… and then the “fighter jets” (okay, yes, I realize anyone with aeronautical knowledge would have known these were not fighter jets, but we’re talking about me here) release festive smoke in the colors of the UAE flag and you’re like, “Ohhhhhhhhh right, this must just be the finale of the Dubai Airshow!”

No? This doesn’t happen in the city where you live? How unexciting.

(And yes, I am occaaaaaaasionally prone to overreaction, why do you ask?)