Too Much of a Good Thing?
You know, there are good things in life. Chocolate ice cream. Disneyland. Cops. Oh, and when you get married...you know, there is that one thing. But is it possible to have too much of a good thing?
There are somethings that are good things but things that you do not really want to come into contact with firsthand. Yes, ice cream, Disneyland, and that married thing, all things you want to come into contact with first hand. Really. Those are all good things. Cops...Good thing but I prefer to not come into contact with them too much.
Today was one of those days when I got a bit too much of a good thing.
Anna was taking the day off from work and I had a break in my day so I came home from work. We were in the living room (by the way, we live in an apartment complex in Anaheim) and heard some searious banging going on on one of the apartment doors. The we heard, "Apartment 11! Open the door! Search Warrant!!!! Anaheim P.D.!!!" Well, apartment 11 is upstairs across the walkway from us. We have a perfect view of their window from our window. The banging and the shouts of the PD rang out again. I thought, "How weird would that be to have a police shootout right here in our own apartment complex?" Then I realized if I can see the suspect's window from my window, then bullets from a shootout could find a way from their window to my window which I was currently peeking out of. Being that taking a bullet in the eye while snooping on my neighbors who were incidentally being hunted down by the PD is not high on my to do list, I took my wife to the back of the apartment to hide.
A few minutes after it got quite, I went outside and my apartment manager was there.
"We being visited?" I asked.
"Yeah. SWAT is here. Hehe. Just Kidding."
Right then I found out that he was not kidding. A SWAT member came out of the apartment with two handguns and a semi-auto something or another which I would really of liked to have held hanging from around his neck. So, one encounter with a Cop carrying enough firepire to invade Osama's cave a day is about all I really want.
We are not done. I had about 5 cops following me for a total of 10-15 minutes during my school bus driving time after that. You know how paranoid I get? I am sure I am breaking atleast 20 laws a day when I drive. Route sheets in one hand, one eye on the road, one on the route sheets, one watching the 50 kindergarteners on the bus (yeah...that is one other good thing you can have too much of), and one eye looking for cars in the 6 mirrors you have on a school bus. I just know sooner or later I am going to break a law. Not an issue at all of competancy but of being able to do 20 things at a time. I am just not that smart and coordinated.
Well, it was a scrapbooking day at Anna's friend's parent's house. So I took here there and went to Costco. I just loaded all the goods into my car when I heard a helicopter and saw a bright light.
"This is the police!!! Put your hands in the air and walk away from the vehicle!" That is it!!! Too much. Cops are good but just far away from me is better, please.
There are somethings that are good things but things that you do not really want to come into contact with firsthand. Yes, ice cream, Disneyland, and that married thing, all things you want to come into contact with first hand. Really. Those are all good things. Cops...Good thing but I prefer to not come into contact with them too much.
Today was one of those days when I got a bit too much of a good thing.
Anna was taking the day off from work and I had a break in my day so I came home from work. We were in the living room (by the way, we live in an apartment complex in Anaheim) and heard some searious banging going on on one of the apartment doors. The we heard, "Apartment 11! Open the door! Search Warrant!!!! Anaheim P.D.!!!" Well, apartment 11 is upstairs across the walkway from us. We have a perfect view of their window from our window. The banging and the shouts of the PD rang out again. I thought, "How weird would that be to have a police shootout right here in our own apartment complex?" Then I realized if I can see the suspect's window from my window, then bullets from a shootout could find a way from their window to my window which I was currently peeking out of. Being that taking a bullet in the eye while snooping on my neighbors who were incidentally being hunted down by the PD is not high on my to do list, I took my wife to the back of the apartment to hide.
A few minutes after it got quite, I went outside and my apartment manager was there.
"We being visited?" I asked.
"Yeah. SWAT is here. Hehe. Just Kidding."
Right then I found out that he was not kidding. A SWAT member came out of the apartment with two handguns and a semi-auto something or another which I would really of liked to have held hanging from around his neck. So, one encounter with a Cop carrying enough firepire to invade Osama's cave a day is about all I really want.
We are not done. I had about 5 cops following me for a total of 10-15 minutes during my school bus driving time after that. You know how paranoid I get? I am sure I am breaking atleast 20 laws a day when I drive. Route sheets in one hand, one eye on the road, one on the route sheets, one watching the 50 kindergarteners on the bus (yeah...that is one other good thing you can have too much of), and one eye looking for cars in the 6 mirrors you have on a school bus. I just know sooner or later I am going to break a law. Not an issue at all of competancy but of being able to do 20 things at a time. I am just not that smart and coordinated.
Well, it was a scrapbooking day at Anna's friend's parent's house. So I took here there and went to Costco. I just loaded all the goods into my car when I heard a helicopter and saw a bright light.
"This is the police!!! Put your hands in the air and walk away from the vehicle!" That is it!!! Too much. Cops are good but just far away from me is better, please.
posted by brianfurg at 10:43 PM
1 Comments:
wow! yikes! any idea of what ended up happening with the neighbors? kind of left us hanging there.
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