A Rude Awakening
Last night was certainly interesting. It felt to me like I was sleeping in one of the hotels in las vegas instead of a house at the dead end of a dirt road just outside of Nowhere, Arkansas. Around 2:30 this morning I half-awoke to the sound of a police siren. My fogged-over brain started to ignore the sound because I grew up in a large city and at one time I had an apartment whose bedroom window was 50 yards from interstate 44. I got very used to hearing police, ambulance, and fire truck sirens at all hours.
About the time I saw the flashing blue lights, it dawned on me that I was no longer in the city and this kind of thing just didn’t happen out here at this end of the internet. I was not awake enough, however, to realize that the blue lights were police and not ambulance. I was also not awake enough to realize that if someone had called an ambulance I would have been awakened first.
I stumbled out into the front room where my wife was watching Granddaughter Number One, who has her days and nights backwards, sans glasses and shirt, just in time to hear the police scanner say that the armed robbery suspect they were chasing had turned around on our road and was headed back to the highway.
The guy ended up abandoning his car about a half mile down the highway and he took off on foot into the woods while the cops arrested his passengers and impounded his car. This guy is still on the loose.
There was a call around 5:30 this morning from the police. They wanted to let us know that this person is considered armed and dangerous, and there’s a high probability this guy’s hiding himself in the woods somewhere near here, so we shouldn’t venture outside alone. They also said that they’d be stopping by today at some point to get an affidavit saying what, if anything, was damaged in the foray through our yard so that their suspect can pay for repairs.
At this moment, Son-In-Law Number One, who is twenty years old and considers himself invincible, is out front alone, against the police’s advice, looking at the damage (which amounts to a couple of tire tracks). This means that when he comes back in there will more than likely be yet another argument between the honeymooners.
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I can hardly wait.
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