I love my neighborhood. It feels safe and friendly, and I wouldn't be surprised if I ran into the Brady Bunch or the Munsters (the Munsters would be the BEST neighbors, end of discussion).
This morning, I took a walk in my neighborhood. A police car drove past. I thought, Oh good, I'm glad we have the occasional patrol car passing through, just to keep things safe. Then I noticed that the police car had stopped in the middle of the street and drawn alongside... another police car?
Two police cars in my neighborhood? What the effing eff?
I suppose this could just be a happy coincidence. Police Car A was probably just recommending a donut shop to Police Car B.
Or maybe they were searching for a serial killer?? Was it safe to keep walking around my neighborhood on this fine, sunny morning? Should I go home immediately and barricade the house? Holy crap, maybe there are two serial killers loose in the neighborhood!
And yes, in case you were wondering, sometimes I can be a little cynical.
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