I thought it was a little weird when I turned into the neighborhood and a police car was turning out. Weirder still when I drove up our street and saw three more undercover police cars on the street. But what really knocked my socks off was when I pulled into my driveway to see that there were about twenty kids and ten adults all standing in the circle and looking down the street with binoculars.
At the risk of scaring you all from moving into my neighborhood (ahem, Allison) I'll just tell you that I left my house for a couple of hours and somehow missed an entire police standoff! With rifles and guns and stuff.
Seriously, my life is so dull and I sit in this house all day, but the one day all of my neighbors are out playing real life cops and robbers I am at the store. Seriously.
I guess they heard the loud sirens and then went to go see what was up, but only got far enough to see the NINE police cars and officers with guns drawn (including a big rifle apparently) before they headed back to the circle to round up the kids. Once they had the kids inside they went and scoped out the situation with binoculars from the safety of Annie's garage.
I love my neighbors!
Not the ones that were having the police standoff at their house, but the ones who were watching it with binoculars.
It brings back memories of growing up next to crazy, non law abiding citizens where police and ambulances and SWAT teams were an every week (sometimes every day) occurance.
I like it better when the law breakers aren't right next door though, feels a little safer.
Am I worried? Nah. I wave to the homeboys who were involved in the hullaballoo every day. I say if you can't beat 'em join 'em. Or at least wave to them and try to give them a winning "please don't kill me" smile.