So I'm driving home up Rt 58 toward Rt 38 in Eau Claire where I live (if you can call that livin'). Turning down a side road I think I see a Pennsylvania State Police SUV, can't tell though. Maybe a half-mile from town I spy a semi-hidden State Police cruiser. I wave, I'm friendly like that, turn onto 38 and drive up to my house to discover I can't get into my driveway, which I share with my neighbor, there's a State Police cruiser in the way.
With no way around it with the behemoth I'm driving (Ford E-150 abduction van, affectionately known as my Abrams A1) I park half on the sidewalk and half on my side of the fog line and go inside. My wife, Patty, is oblivious to everything, playing her game with the TV on instead of fixing dinner. And as the police cruiser is not covered in melted cheese she shows no interest, at least for now.
I go outside to get my laptop out of the van, this is when I hear helicopter blades overhead and look up to see a low-flying State Police copter circling. It's white, not blue like the Sheriff's Secret Police fly. Now I think maybe I should go back inside and get my 9mm and wear it out with me.
I go back outside and after a few steps now Patty shows some interest, apparently having heard the chopper blades going. We walked up to the van and saw the trooper coming out of my neighbor's house, the one who shares the driveway with I. While the wife and I are talking my neighbor comes up to us and tells us a guy with a skimask walked bold as brass into his front door, pointed the gun at his grandson, and said, "Give me your medicine."
Right next door. Can you believe it?
He managed to disarm the guy and as he ran he managed to clobber him with the butt of the pistol. This explains the police, they're on a manhunt over my mudpuddle of a borough.
The caught him (you can't hide from a police helicopter, sorry criminal-wannabes) and everything is back to normal now. Nobody was hurt. Imagine though if he'd picked the next house over.
Listening to: The ceiling and PC fans spinning
Reading: The monitor screen
Watching: The monitor screen
Eating: Nothing, where the hell's my dinner, wife??