More Excitement
As I was typing that last post, I heard a loud, car bottoming out crunch from outside. My hopes of it being nothing were dashed when Karin hollered out “Trevor! Did you hear that!?” That wasn’t the response I was looking for since I was already a bit on edge.
Last night at about 11:45, I was on the couch watching TV when someone threw what were presumably rocks at the living room windows. They didn’t break the glass, but they punched a hole in screen and gave me a good startling. Then, when I came home from work, I went to check the damage in the daylight and noticed that there were two branches laid across the front step in a seemingly non-random fashion. Of course, they could have fallen there from the storms last night, but the way they were laid perfectly straight and parallel to the step seems fishy. If someone’s trying to tell me something, they have poor communication skills.
Fearing that the crunch was actually more rocks, I went to the kitchen to look out the window. Hearing sirens very close, I looked out and saw the red and blue reflections of police lights going down the alley across the street. “High speed chase it seems” I said in the matter of fact tone that four years in this neighborhood has brought about. “Sounded like it” said Karin typing away on her laptop. So, doing what any typical person would do, I decided it would be a great time to put my shoes on and head out to see what I could see.
Walking outside, I could still hear the sirens only they were stationary. My neighbor was standing at the end of the alley, so I walked over to see if he could see anything. Sure enough, the police were blocking off both ends of the alley of the second block away from me. Standing there, watching the distant “action,” I find out from my neighbor that the car went flying down our alley at about 70 followed closely by the cop. The noise I heard must have been the car hitting the street as it flew out of our alley and into the next. As we’re talking, we see the cops pull out and start cruising the streets. “Must not have got him.” I say in my “obviously I’m an expert in these matters that I’ve only seen on TV” way. Sure enough though, a cruiser turns our corner and slows down just enough to ask my neighbor and I if we’d seen anybody run by.
At this point, I decided that it was probably time to get back inside since I didn’t figure I actually wanted to be around if anybody did happen to run by. I have no idea if they’ve caught him yet, but I’m a bit disappointed they didn’t bring out the ghetto bird. I’ve always wanted to see my yard bathed in the spotlight. Now if I can just figure out who threw those rocks.
Last night at about 11:45, I was on the couch watching TV when someone threw what were presumably rocks at the living room windows. They didn’t break the glass, but they punched a hole in screen and gave me a good startling. Then, when I came home from work, I went to check the damage in the daylight and noticed that there were two branches laid across the front step in a seemingly non-random fashion. Of course, they could have fallen there from the storms last night, but the way they were laid perfectly straight and parallel to the step seems fishy. If someone’s trying to tell me something, they have poor communication skills.
Fearing that the crunch was actually more rocks, I went to the kitchen to look out the window. Hearing sirens very close, I looked out and saw the red and blue reflections of police lights going down the alley across the street. “High speed chase it seems” I said in the matter of fact tone that four years in this neighborhood has brought about. “Sounded like it” said Karin typing away on her laptop. So, doing what any typical person would do, I decided it would be a great time to put my shoes on and head out to see what I could see.
Walking outside, I could still hear the sirens only they were stationary. My neighbor was standing at the end of the alley, so I walked over to see if he could see anything. Sure enough, the police were blocking off both ends of the alley of the second block away from me. Standing there, watching the distant “action,” I find out from my neighbor that the car went flying down our alley at about 70 followed closely by the cop. The noise I heard must have been the car hitting the street as it flew out of our alley and into the next. As we’re talking, we see the cops pull out and start cruising the streets. “Must not have got him.” I say in my “obviously I’m an expert in these matters that I’ve only seen on TV” way. Sure enough though, a cruiser turns our corner and slows down just enough to ask my neighbor and I if we’d seen anybody run by.
At this point, I decided that it was probably time to get back inside since I didn’t figure I actually wanted to be around if anybody did happen to run by. I have no idea if they’ve caught him yet, but I’m a bit disappointed they didn’t bring out the ghetto bird. I’ve always wanted to see my yard bathed in the spotlight. Now if I can just figure out who threw those rocks.