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Whoever's in charge of cosmic humor needs to get a real job.
Earlier today my mother was reminding me how I should come with a warning label (to wit: places I've visited have been followed by me with a hurricane, a tornado, an earthquake, a freak blizzard in the desert, and the crash of a U.S. spy plane - all which wouldn't be as big a deal if you didn't have to consider that all this happens within a few days of my departure or while I'm still on the premises).
Tonight my sister and I are coming home late and several cop cars fly by us. We passed the place they had cornered - a crappy house with about 50 cars out front in addition to the five cop cars and the fire truck, with a Nasty Bad Smell in the air and cops poking about the woods with flashlights. (Can we say "meth lab," kids?) I need to go on record that it was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dahlianna's idea to circle about and drive back by to see what was going on, though in all fairness, my objection was weak and phrased mostly as, "I'll roll down the window and look if you go slow enough."
When we finally arrived at our parents' house 20 minutes later, after 11 p.m., flashing lights followed us into the driveway. An arm with a flashlight stuck inside the driver's side window, waved about, followed by The Voice of God saying, "Oh, I guess you're not who we're looking for, after all."
TWO cop cars then back out of the driveway and leave, at which point I sagely observe, "Mom's going to blame me for this."
Earlier today my mother was reminding me how I should come with a warning label (to wit: places I've visited have been followed by me with a hurricane, a tornado, an earthquake, a freak blizzard in the desert, and the crash of a U.S. spy plane - all which wouldn't be as big a deal if you didn't have to consider that all this happens within a few days of my departure or while I'm still on the premises).
Tonight my sister and I are coming home late and several cop cars fly by us. We passed the place they had cornered - a crappy house with about 50 cars out front in addition to the five cop cars and the fire truck, with a Nasty Bad Smell in the air and cops poking about the woods with flashlights. (Can we say "meth lab," kids?) I need to go on record that it was
dahlianna's idea to circle about and drive back by to see what was going on, though in all fairness, my objection was weak and phrased mostly as, "I'll roll down the window and look if you go slow enough."When we finally arrived at our parents' house 20 minutes later, after 11 p.m., flashing lights followed us into the driveway. An arm with a flashlight stuck inside the driver's side window, waved about, followed by The Voice of God saying, "Oh, I guess you're not who we're looking for, after all."
TWO cop cars then back out of the driveway and leave, at which point I sagely observe, "Mom's going to blame me for this."
