EMERGENCY! ALARM! POLICE! A terrible thing in which arse_hat feels middle aged.
I went to bed early tonight.
ALARM!
→[More:] The police are chasing me like in Grand Theft Auto. MUST GET AWAY!
Roll over. Not police. It's clearly a bugler alarm. It don't stop. Roll over. Awake!
It' a bugler alarm. Fuck me. Someone called the cops by now.
No?
GAHHHHHHH! Must get up.
So I get dressed and grab my cell and head out the back door. I can get a bead on the sound and call the cops and go back to bed, right?
Ummmmm.
No! It's one of those sounds that echoes off of every building and seems to come from everywhere so I go back and put on a pair of shoes and then venture forth to find the source. I found it. One block North and three blocks east. It was a sales office for some loft condos in an old Hiram Walker warehouse.
I called the police and gave them the details and in under a minute (I looked at my cell phone time) two SUVs pull up. Four cops spill out and in under a minute I spew my tale of woe and then set off for home. It's now 90 minutes later.
That's all tedious and silly, but here is the real point. I looked at those four young men and thought WTF??? You have guns? Like for legal and all? Are you old enough to drink? Do you have to shave more than once a week? Did you really have a senior prom?
I feel all my 46 years right now. Fuck you Kindergarten cops!