[lumberjim]

Last Wednesday I called the cops. I don't think I've ever called them before. I called about a suspicious vehicle parked in front of the house across the street from me. The neighbor in that house is a retired Merchantville Police Detective. Kind of a big shot, and a real nice guy. He wasn't home, and there was a pearl white Escalade parked in front of his place with the windows down. There was white and pink writing all over the back windows. Dates of someone's birth/death.

Amanda was up before me, and it was there when she woke up... we figure 2 hours or so, it was there.

The strange part was that you could see a 1 yr? old baby poke his head out, and you could see the driver's arm... but nothing else. AND every few minutes, the driver would shout, 'Fuck!' or 'Shit!' or make a long whooping sound. It was really strange. And no one around on the street. No other cars, no reason for it to be there...

So our imaginations started filling in the back story.

a) The guy might just have tourettes. (but really, that's SO rare, and too easy an answer)

b) The guy is a hit man waiting for the detective that had something to do with whoever's date of death was written on the car windows.

c) the fuck else could it even be!??

So I called the PO PO because b) seemed the most likely. Just told them what i was seeing and that I was hoping they would roll a car past the detective's house just to have a look see.

as SOON as i hung up ...like AS I was putting down my phone...., a lady came out of the house next to the cop's house and called out to the guy in the truck.

SHIT.

So I called the cops right back and told them it was cool. The neighbors know the guy. There was a baby party inside and he was waiting out there with the toddler.

They came anyway. 3 of them. in 2 cars and a truck. Jesus. and one of them came right up my walk to get my info. discreet. I felt so bad that i went over to the guys car and apologized. Soooorrry, man... I heard you yellign cuss words and saw the little kid... and...

the wife: 'Yeah, well... he has Tourette's.'


FUCK ME RUNNING

seriously?

And of course, there was something up with the insurance card and they got hassled for 10 minutes or so. While I sat there melting into the floor of my porch.

better safe than sorry, I guess... but not my proudest moment.