Police Lights, Big City

This is not the kind of reaction you would have in a situation like this in your hometown.  But here you are…

Okay, enough of the homage.  You’re I’m not going to write this in 2nd person.

On my way home from dinner the other night, I turned onto my street and immediately noticed that at least twelve police vehicles were lined up outside an apartment building just a few down from mine. One of the cruisers was parked just a little too far away from the curb, which made driving between it and the car on the opposite side of the street a tight squeeze.  I managed to wiggle my way through unscratched and pulled into my driveway, all with a single thought running through my head:  “Man, these cops really need to learn how to park.”

So to clarify:  In relative extreme proximity to my home was an incident that required at least a dozen squad cars.  Assuming (for dramatic purposes) that each car housed two cops, then there were approximately twenty-four police officers.  Just a few houses over.  At night.  Clearly, something big was going down.  Was it a huge drug bust? Domestic violence involving a gun?  It doesn’t even matter, because all I could think about was how terrible of a job they did parking.

I believe this is somewhat unique to living in a city, because when a major incident likes this occurs, you don’t think of what the hell could be happening — you only think of how it’s going to inconvenience you.  See, if I was back in Oklahoma, and two cop cars showed up in front of someone’s house in a town that was fifteen minutes away, then boy oh boy.  You’d best believe that we’d be gathering up some canned food, grabbing a battery-powered radio, and beelining it to the safe room.  Lock the door and get cozy, y’all — we’re riding out the apocalypse.

But now, ehh whatever.  Just don’t let your armed robbery interfere with me getting my Starbucks in the morning.

 

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