Well, wasn't THAT exciting
Feb. 28th, 2007 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teleribSittin' in my living room, minding my own business.
Sounds of doors slamming, loud voices across the street, maybe an argument.
FLASH-BOOM! Did somebody yell, "Police!"?
I ponder that from my new position on the floor.
Moe calls 911, as we're worried that there's a shootout of some kind occurring across the street. He identifies himself as being at 10 Our Street.
10 Our Street? "We're serving a warrant at 7 Our Street," says the guy on the 911 line. "That was a flash-bang."
Ah. So... should we get up off the floor now?
Sounds of doors slamming, loud voices across the street, maybe an argument.
FLASH-BOOM! Did somebody yell, "Police!"?
I ponder that from my new position on the floor.
Moe calls 911, as we're worried that there's a shootout of some kind occurring across the street. He identifies himself as being at 10 Our Street.
10 Our Street? "We're serving a warrant at 7 Our Street," says the guy on the 911 line. "That was a flash-bang."
Ah. So... should we get up off the floor now?
